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koqabear · 9 months

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Wish Me Luck?

♫: Wake Up In The Sky, Bruno Mars

“In which working with these two makes your life impossible— because they’re annoying, and won’t leave you alone— you try your best to ignore them but sometimes, it’s too tempting.”

hueningkai x fem!reader x taehyun

Genre: pwp, rockstar au, makeup artist!reader, smut

Word count: 6.2K

Warnings: genuinely like.. none, i think.

Smut Warnings: dom!tae, dom!huening, sub!mc, threesome, unprotected sex, they’re both pervs sorry, use of mirrors(?), pet names (pretty, doll, cutie, etc.) dry humping, slight marking, handjob, fingering, hair pulling, spanking, praise, masturbation, slight exhibitionism?, multiple orgasms, creampie(s), lmk if i should add anything!

Notes: part of a rockstar!txt mini series. lowkey gave up on formatting so if shows don’t tell me. anyways! happy birthday to my bf huening 😁 again this was like… barely edited so it’s a little uhh… idk. enjoy, hopefully..

There are many perks that come with the rockstar lifestyle— money, clothes, fame, women.

Taehyun tries to take advantage of it all— and he has, though he finds that the last perk is reserved for someone more… special.

Taehyun is currently in his favorite place to be before a concert— the makeup station, of course. This could mean many things for him; a chance for him to rest, a relaxing time to get his hair and makeup done, able to get perfectly dolled up just for him to ruin it all during his shows.

But that’s not the reasoning at all— rather, his reasoning lies with the pretty makeup artist who, unfortunately, is not tending to him today.

It takes a bit of enjoyment out of the experience— however, he will say that he’s not complaining about the view he’s getting now, watching the way you tend to Kai and touch his face as though he’s made of glass with a fond smile; before he can control himself, his eyes fall to the cute skirt you’re wearing today, a tug of guilt hitting his stomach at the way he feels slightly disappointed upon the realization that they have built-in safety shorts— what can he say? It was always a total accident when he looked over to you bent over, pretty ass on display as you worked diligently on the member assigned.

Hueningkai, Taehyun notices, definitely isn’t faring well with your proximity to him. Unlike Taehyun, who’s always dying to get his hands on you and keep you to himself, Hueningkai has always preferred to watch from a distance— so to have you here, taking over his senses with the alluring perfume you use and feeling your delicate fingers brush against his skin as you do his makeup— well, safe to say Hueningkai is practically meditating to not pop a boner then and there.

“___, have you been busy? I barely see you around anymore,” Taehyun asks, peeking up from his phone and over to the next chair where you continue to meddle with Hueningkai, standing back to observe your work before you’re jumping at the sound of your name.

“Well, I’ve been assigned to the rookie group the company debuted, you know,” you sigh out, having had this conversation more times than you can remember as you reach to brush away a stray hair from Hueningkai’s forehead; you watch as his eyes flutter shut and his brows twitch, and you wonder if you may have irritated him as you press your lips together.

“That’s unfair…” Taehyun pouts softly, pretending as though his phone is much more interesting as he continues to sneak glances at you, eyes darkening at how cute you look while concentrating, not paying attention to Taehyun’s words as you begin applying lip tint to Hueningkai, “They’re taking my makeup artist away from me, I don’t like this one bit.”

“I’m not your makeup artist,” you fuss, sighing in exasperation as you take a step back from Hueningkai; you tell him to open his eyes as you take in the final result, smiling softly in satisfaction as you observe your work on him— looking at Taehyun, you cross your arms, frowning at the way you catch him staring at you already, “I’m the company’s makeup artist. Who I get assigned to work on is entirely up to them, so I don’t get why you’re acting like this right now.”

“Is it wrong to want a pretty girl to do my makeup?” He asks, and your face twists as you watch his current makeup artist throw an incredulous glance your way— just as you’re about to turn and leave, you’re surprised to find Hueningkai grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him.

“My hair,” he mumbles quietly, so soft you almost missed it— you lean down to try and hear him better, unaware of the way his eyes dart down to your low neckline and your lips that pout in concentration, “Can you fix it? It’s… different now.”

As far as you’re concerned, he looks completely fine; you’re quick to tell him that as well, only to see as he insists that it was different before you worked on his makeup.

“Well if you want, I can go get your hairdresser—“ you begin, only to stop short at the feeling of Hueningkai’s grip tightening slightly.

“But you can do it, no?”

God, these two were impossible.

Their behavior was nothing new to you, and you oftentimes found yourself the victim of teasing as your coworkers poked fun at the way the two seemed to be attached to you like lost puppies— you always tried to refute such claims, but the way they constantly wanted you around them really didn’t help.

“You can do it, ___,” Taehyun says, and you feel a bit bad for his makeup artist as he moves to look at you, “Gives us an excuse to keep you here a bit longer.”

Out of the two, Taehyun is much more blunt— but that doesn’t mean you’re used to it, feeling your face grow hot at his words as you attempt once more to run away— it’s all in vain of course, because Hueningkai is tugging you back and giving you a look that almost makes your knees buckle.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this.

“Please.”

Nothing about that is a request. He looks up at you with lidded, dazed eyes, and you find yourself complying hesitantly the longer he looks at you like he’ll devour you any second. You don’t even know what he wants his hair to look like— so you go with his usual ruffled look, his long dark hair soft under your fingers as you stand in front of him and run through the locks with mousse.

You try to keep a straight face the whole time; even when Taehyun continues to make baiting comments at you, complimenting you with a deep purr as he tries to get your attention back on him— even as you feel the way Hueningkai can’t take his eyes off you, much bolder than usual as you bite your lip and hover over him, quick hands desperate to finish his styling.

Your hands freeze in his hair as you feel something warm on the back of your thigh.

That something warm serves as Hueningkai’s hand, resting on your skin as he simply continues to look up at you innocently, chewing his gum and tilting his head as though to ask what’s wrong?

You try to contain the shiver that runs through you as his thumb begins to softly caress your skin, venturing under the cloth of your safety shorts for a moment before he’s moving it back down.

“Something wrong?” Taehyun drawls out, and a glance at him shows that his makeup artist has left— it’s just you three, and your brows knit together as you take in the way his makeup isn’t done yet, “You look like you just saw a ghost.”

You’re shaken out of your reverie at his words; putting the finishing touches, you step away from Hueningkai, feeling the way his hand is reluctant to leave your skin, his arm falling limply at his side as he stares at you with hungry curiosity.

“I think I’m done here,” you breathe out, attempting to hide your shaky hands as you place them behind your back, “Make sure you’re changed and ready in time for the show.”

Bowing politely, you make your way to the exit— only to be stopped the moment you pass Taehyun, an exasperated sound leaving you involuntarily as he takes your hand and tugs you back to him.

“Are you done?” he asks, sparkly eyes not enough to conceal his mischief as he tilts his head to the side, “There’s nothing missing here?”

Of course something is missing. Taehyun doesn’t have his lip tint on, but you refuse to point it out as you hum softly, pretending to be in thought for a second before you finally shake your head no.

“No?” he pouts— he’s then puckering his lips, nodding his head toward you and sending you a kiss as he smiles coyly, “Are you sure?”

“You seem to be missing…” you grit out, watching as he raises his brows expectantly, as though encouraging you to finish your train of thought, “Your lip…tint.”

“Oh. You think so?” he asks, looking back at the mirror and swiping a finger across his lips before he hums, “Could you do it for me, please? I’ve always loved how you left my lips all pretty.”

You’re inhaling slowly to not turn on your heels and run away— not because you don’t want to do your job, but because you’re anxious about what might happen if you’re left alone in a room with these two for a moment longer; all you know is that if the way they look at you serves as any indicator, then they’re definitely up to no good.

“My lips always look like candy with the combo you use,” he continues, watching as you go to the vanity to search for the products you usually use for him— after a moment, you’re turning to him, products in one hand a small lip brush in the other— your eyes meet his, and you’re slightly startled with the way he suddenly leans forward, eerily close to you as his eyes flicker down to the way your lips part in a silent gasp, “Don’t you think so?”

“I’ve never thought of it like that,” you mutter swiftly, immediately getting to work in hopes that Taehyun can just shut up for once— he does, but you’re still left at the mercy of his intense stare, trying to pretend as though his proximity isn’t enough to make you feel nervous.

“You look really pretty today ___,” It’s Hueningkai’s turn to torment you— if you weren’t so focused on Taehyun, you would’ve scoffed, opting instead to let out a noncommittal hum instead.

“Are you doing anything after the show?”

He says that as you’re finally stepping away from Taehyun; silently, you’re happy for the timing of his words, because you know that you would’ve messed up Taehyun’s makeup from your surprise— which would’ve meant you staying longer to fix it.

“No,” you say, refusing to elaborate even if their curious stares silently plead you to— turning around, you continue to ignore them as you put your stuff away, pretending as though you weren’t rushing in hopes to leave quicker.

“Taehyun and I are going out for drinks after to celebrate the end of the tour,” He says quietly, and you make the mistake of looking up at him through the mirror— he’s looking at you of course, though the way his dark makeup only makes his eyes look more intense doesn’t help you at all— softly, he smiles.

“You should come with. Our treat.”

“Oh, I— I don’t know, I don’t wanna be a bother,” you stutter out, your nonchalant demeanor beginning to slip the moment you see them stand up behind you, shaky hands rushing to zip your makeup case shut, “I should really get going now, you two still need to change—“

“Yeah, but what’s the rush?” You’re fucking trapped— they stand on either side of you, looming dangerously and looking at you as though you’re nothing but a treat for them to devour— you can feel their breaths fanning on each side of your neck as you attempt to close yourself off pathetically, trying to take a step back before you feel two hands on you— one on the small of your back, the other on your hip as they both push you back against the vanity; the startled yelp you let out is embarrassing, your hands flying down to support yourself from how firmly they push you forward.

“We have well over an hour to finish getting ready,” Taehyun breathes out, lips brushing against your jaw as he lets out a soft sigh, “And that’s a lot of time, isn’t it?”

Hueningkai hums in agreement; his hand is the one on your hip as it rubs soothing circles, leaning down to where you hang your head and sending you a misleading smile.

“We should do something to pass the time.”

God, were they always this close? They’re filling your senses and making you dizzy, your hands beginning to ache from how hard you’re gripping the edge of the vanity as you simply gulp in response. Their lips are soft and fucking sticky from the gloss you just put on them, leaving kiss marks along your skin as they kiss you softly, mumbling compliments and praise that you can barely get through your head from how dizzy you feel.

“Do you know that we try to request you for every show?” Taehyun asks, watching the way your eyes flutter shut as Hueningkai begins to trail kisses down your neck, open-mouthed and sultry as he nips at your skin teasingly, “Some bullshit about you knowing our complexion best— don’t get us wrong, you do, but…”

“You’re like a lucky charm,” Hueningkai finishes for him, pulling away and bringing a hand up to grab at your chin, tilting you to look at him as he stares at you with lidded eyes, “The show won’t go well if our pretty makeup artist isn’t here with us.”

You whimper— and shit, it’s humiliating, your cheeks growing hot immediately after as you wish nothing more than to dig a hole for yourself then and there— but oh, their words are so hypnotizing to you, speaking about you like you’re something they can’t live without, touching you like they’re starved and desperate to get a taste.

And judging by the way they look at you, they definitely are.

“Sometimes… we wonder if it’s enough, just getting a look at you before we go on stage,” Hueningkai says, and it’s Taehyun’s turn to nod along and leave teasing touches, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt as he noses at your throat, taking in your scent with a satisfied sigh.

“I think it’d be nice if you wished us luck tonight,” Hueningkai says, tilting his head as he gives you a puppy-eyed look, “Don’t you wanna?”

Fuck. You can’t think straight, not when they’re taking up your space, unable to keep their hands and lips off you as they wait not-so-innocently for your response. Shutting your eyes, you try to move past the warm and welcoming feeling of their hands to think.

“This is dangerous,” you finally spit out, biting your lip at the way they immediately back off, “You could get in trouble— I could lose my job.”

“Oh please,” Taehyun scoffs, sitting back against the vanity as he crosses his arms, “The company doesn’t care about what we do in our private life— you’ve seen the way the others can get with their little groupies, right?”

You mull over his words for a second; it’s no secret that this band is very active and reckless, though you suppose the company has taken advantage of that and began to use it as their image halfway through their career— at least, that must be the case if they’re able to advance on you so boldly, the rest of your coworkers unfazed by the whole situation.

“But— my job—?”

“You think none of these other people that work here haven’t fooled around with their groups?” Taehyun asks, the incredulous smile on his face quickly turning to a pout as he coos at the innocent, wide-eyed look you give him, “They know how to keep a secret, pretty— so do we.”

This is ridiculous— even more so because you find yourself considering it, quickly shaking your head upon the sobering realization— though, the two are keen to notice the way you have yet to try and scurry away from them like always.

“Don’t you feel tired of being so uptight all the time?” Huening asks, your head snapping up to watch as he places his hands on your shoulders, hovering behind you as he massages them gently, “We could help you relax. Have some fun, even.”

The two try to keep it cool the moment you lean into Hueningkai’s touch— though, you can still pick up on the way Taehyun’s eyes widen and Hueningkai’s hands freeze for just a second, your eyes threatening to shut from the way you remain too shy to gauge their reactions.

“Won’t someone come in?”

In response, they laugh— poor thing, they think, glancing back at the door that got locked long ago, if they were finally going to get their hands on you, the last thing they would do is allow someone else to see.

“No one will come in right now— we’re supposed to be changing, aren’t we?” Hueningkai says, smiling against your skin as he continues, “It’d be an invasion of privacy to try and come in now.”

They grin at the way you remain silent, clearly lost in thought by their words.

“Want us to treat you good?” Taehyun asks, placing a hand on your waist before he’s leaning in, his lips brushing against yours as he lets out a shaky breath, “Thank you for your hard work?”

Finally you break.

“Please.”

Taehyun is a messy kisser— though, you don’t find yourself to be too surprised, always more eager out of the two to get his hands on you as he begins to kiss you with abandon— his hand cupping your jaw to keep you close, tongue prodding your mouth open and sharp teeth sinking into your plush lips teasingly; behind you, Hueningkai has moved his hands to your hips, pulling you back and forcing your back to arch as you feel him begin to rut his cock into you slowly, dark eyes taking in the way you only whine and moan under their touch.

“Fuck, let me use those pretty hands, baby,” Taehyun sighs against your lips, guiding you down to his hard bulge and smiling against your lips the moment you begin to palm him; you’re slow and unsure with your movements, but that only makes Taehyun needier as he begins to rut his length against your palm, eager to get stimulation as he places his hand on top of yours to guide you to hold him through his sweats.

“Is playing hard to get fun for you?” Hueningkai asks, his voice low and rough as he plays with the hem of your shorts, pulling at the waistband before letting it go and allowing it to snap against your skin, “I can feel you soaking through your shorts— so fucking needy, why have you been avoiding us so long?”

You don’t have half the brain to answer that question; not when Taehyun has slipped your hand under his sweats and Hueningkai currently pulls down your skirt, leaving you exposed as you hold Taehyun’s cock and allow him to fuck into your first with shaky breaths against your lips.

Trying to avoid them was such a stupid decision— because if it meant you could have these two boys like this sooner, drunk off your touch and desperate to take even more from you, you would’ve given in to their cheeky comments and shameless flirting long ago.

Hueningkai’s fingers are slender and long as they glide up and down your slit; pressing against your panties, taking in the way you’ve soaked through them with a deep satisfaction as he lets out a breathy laugh. His middle and ring finger press at your entrance, listening to the way you whine and almost letting out a groan at the way you wiggle your hips and press them back in hopes of feeling him inside you.

“Waited so long for this,” Hueningkai breathes out, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulling them down sloowwly, watching as you whine impatiently before you’re stepping out of your garments— You pull away from Taehyun, staring down at the way he bucks into your fist and missing the way he bites his lip to suppress a laugh at the sight of Hueningkai pocketing your soaked panties.

“Wanted to fuck you the moment you got assigned to us— our pretty makeup artist,” Hueningkai sighs, placing a kiss in between your shoulder blades before he’s fucking his fingers into you, jaw clenching at the way you suck in his fingers and tighten around him pathetically, the wet sounds that come from his shallow thrusts enough to have your head hanging with pleasure.

“Do you…” you sigh, letting out a soft whine as Taehyun takes a handful of your hair and forces your head back up, clearing your throat in a weak attempt to continue as the said man now begins to kiss and suck softly at your neck, careful to not leave any marks, “Do this to… fuck, every crew member you think is attractive? Mess with them shamelessly and try to corner them so you can finally fuck them? …Hmm?”

Hueningkai’s index finger is tracing your entrance teasingly— he laughs softly at your comment, choosing not to say anything as he stretches you out with a third finger instead; he’s curling his fingers and grinding his hand into your cunt, taking in your expression with hungry eyes and noting the places that make your legs shake.

“You think we do this to just anyone?” Taehyun asks, brows furrowed as he pulls away, taking in the way you wince at his appearance— more specifically, his lip tint that has smudged all over his lips and chin and onto your skin, “Baby, I hope you realize that you’re the first person we’ve ever pulled this shit on.”

“And the last,” Hueningkai chimes in, looming over your shoulder as he bites at your earlobe teasingly, his other hand circling your waist to rub at your clit, “We plan to keep you.”

God. You hope he didn’t notice the way you clenched pathetically from his words, but judging by the way he laughs breathily and fucks his fingers harder into you, he definitely did.

“Shit, what aren’t these hands good for?” Taehyun asks, watching the way you pump along his length and reach up to swipe the precum that leaks from his tip, spreading it along the rest of his length as you watch the way your hand glistens and becomes messy from your actions, “You have no idea how much I thought about this— always felt so guilty watching as you did my makeup so innocently, unaware that I’d give up my job if it meant I could— I could bend you over this vanity and fuck you good.”

“Did you ever fantasize about us?” Hueningkai teases, only to be surprised by the way you nod your head frantically, eyes shutting from embarrassment as you grind your hips back into him, just to get a feel of his cock against your ass, “Yeah? What’d you think about? Maybe we could make it happen.”

You shake your head no— you’re reluctant to spew out your fantasies as easily as the two are, but that only proves to be a mistake from the way Hueningkai’s fingers slip out of you, instead landing down harshly on your ass as you jump at the sudden feeling.

“What, too shy to tell us?” Taehyun asks, placing a hand on top of your own and making you slow to a stop as he examines your face, “Then again, you’ve always been a shy little thing— it’s your charm, you know.”

You can only let out a pathetic whimper at that; Taehyun is shaking your hand off him, your eyes fluttering open as you watch him tuck himself back in, giving you a sly smile before he’s sitting back down in his chair— Hueningkai is taking a step back, but it’s only to bend you over as he lets out a soft chuckle at your reaction— nodding to Hueningkai, Taehyun grins, his dimple poking at his cheek as he speaks.

“You first, Kai? I’ll give you the honors for being so patient.”

Your mouth is falling open the moment you feel his tip glide along your entrance— going up and down, clearly teasing you as he allows your wetness to collect on his dick, forcing you to listen to the sounds as you let out a shaky sigh, staring down at the vanity and your tense hands that are curled into fists— slowly, he begins to push into you, enjoying the way you bite your lip in an attempt to muffle your sounds, failing to do so as Hueningkai resorts to the next best thing— his hand is firm against your mouth as he holds your head up, your eyes meeting his through the mirror as you watch him begin to fuck you slowly.

The stretch has you blinking away tears of pleasure— if it weren’t for Hueningkai keeping you quiet, you’re sure you would’ve gotten the attention of the rest of the crew, your sounds muffled against the palm of his hand as your body begins to jolt forward from his pace, the vanity shaking slightly from the impact.

“Fuck,” Hueningkai grunts, brows furrowed together as he watches himself disappear inside you, “So perfect. Pussy was made for me, look how good you take it.”

The two only laugh as you let out a weak whine at the praise— they’ve got you figured out good, and you’re meeting Taehyun’s gaze through the mirror as you catch him staring at you, stroking his cock at a slow pace as he simply gives you a teasing grin.

“Why don’t you watch the way Huening fucks you, pretty?” He asks, and your eyes flicker back to the sight he’s talking about, meeting Huenigkai’s eyes as he simply sends you a coy smile, “You look so perfect like this— bent over the desk like a pretty doll, perfect for us to use… isn’t that right?”

Before you can moan out a muffled response, a sharp knock on the door takes your attention; you’re jolting to try and get Huening off you in a hurry, but the boy merely retaliates by pulling you back against him, colliding against his chest and letting out a weak whimper at the feeling of him rutting his hips up into you— watch, he growls into your ear, grinning with satisfaction as you immediately follow his orders.

“Yeah?” Taehyun calls out, his tone much too casual for someone who’s watching his fellow band member fuck the cute staff member the two have been pining for.

“Have you seen ___ anywhere? The makeup artist?” It’s Soobin, you all realize, your reaction of horror greatly contrasting the way the two merely smile casually at the realization, “They’ve been looking for her, and I thought you two would know where she might be.”

“Uhhhhm…” Taehyun draws out, crossing his arms and tilting his head as he watches the way Hueningkai continues to fuck you, fingers digging into your cheeks as his eyes widen at the way you’ve begun to squirm from his grip, your orgasm approaching as you try to grind your hips in search for more stimulation.

“If we knew where she was at, we’d probably be there bothering her,” Taehyun jokes, a crooked smile on his face as he listens to the way Soobin scoffs on the other side, “But seriously, we’re changing right now. She finished our makeup a while ago, we haven’t seen her.”

A moment passes; you think you might explode from how hard you’re trying to hold back your orgasm, but Hueningkai seems to be hellbent on making you cum from the way his free hand goes to circle your clit, your mouth falling open as you practically shake from the feeling.

“Well…” another pause— Soobin sighs, and Taehyun can already picture the man running a hand through his hair on the other side of the door, “Let me know if you find her.”

After a moment, his footsteps fade entirely— it’s only then that Hueningkai bends you over once more, grabbing your hips and using this as leverage to fuck you back into him as you whimper that you’re close— seconds after, you’re squeezing Hueningkai so hard he thinks his cock might slip out, fucking you through your orgasm as your legs simply tremble from the intensity of it all.

“Did that get you off, baby?” Hueningkai murmurs, his hips beginning to stutter as he watches you lay against the desk, your cheek pressed against the wood as you only let out weak whines in response, “Knowing we were about to get caught? Is that what made you cum, cutie?”

In a pathetic attempt to dodge his question, you bury your head in your arms— the man behind you simply laughs, pressing on the small of your back and grinding into you slowly, biting his lip at the sight.

“Want me to cum inside? Fill you up and have it leak down your legs, making people wonder just where you disappeared to for so long?” frantically, you nod; you’re pressing your ass back against him, trying to fuck back into him as Hueningkai only groans at the sight— moments later, you’re practically biting through your lip from the feeling of him filling you up so well, trying his best to fuck his cum back into you the moment it begins to drip back out.

A moment passes where the two of you simply remain still, attempting to regain your breaths— then, you hear sounds of shuffling and footsteps, and you’re meekly raising your head from your arms to watch as Taehyun approaches the two of you with a teasing smile.

“You should go get cleaned up and change,” Taehyun says, tapping your ass with a smile, “It’s my turn now, isn’t that right baby?”

Hueningkai rolls his eyes at the other’s antics— then, he’s slowly pulling out, hissing softly at the feeling before he’s grabbing your face and bringing you up for a kiss— it’s slow and sensual, his plump lips addicting as he sneaks his tongue in for a taste of you— he’s reluctant to pull away, and only does so when you grip his shirt in your hands weakly and whine petulantly in his mouth— pulling away, he’s sending you a soft smile, taking in the sight of your shining and swollen lips before he’s telling you I’ll be right back— Taehyun rolls his eyes at his words.

“Tell me,” Taehyun begins, bending you over once more and keeping his head next to yours, encouraging you to hold eye contact with him as he smiles softly— his index and middle finger are slowly massaging up and down your slit, and you let out a weak whimper at the feeling of him gathering the cum that’s leaking out of you before he’s pushing it back in slowly, “What would you fantasize about? I’d love to try it out on you.”

He won’t do anything until he hears your confession— a sign that you really did want them all along, forcing himself to tease you instead as he takes in the way you begin to break slowly, your hips attempting to chase pleasure, only to be stopped by Taehyun’s firm grip on your hip.

“I could do so many things to you,” he mutters softly, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder before he continues, “All you have to do is tell me.”

Fuck, where do you even begin? All the things you’ve ever thought about these two boys were reserved for the dark hours of the night when you couldn’t control your wandering mind, never to be revealed as you always told yourself you’d take this attraction to your grave— but now, as you feel Taehyun’s fingertips continuously dip into your entrance teasingly, able to feel the way some of Hueningkai’s cum has already run down your thighs, you really can’t be blamed for the way Taehyun’s sparkling doe eyes are able to extract the words from you without a second thought.

“Thought of riding you while I did your makeup,” you whimpered out pathetically, the confession enough to make your face feel like it was on fire— Taehyun, however, thinks the image might just make him cum on the spot, so he doesn’t have it in him to be apologetic as he quickly guides you back to his makeup chair and makes you hover over him.

“Well? What’re you waiting for?” He asks breathlessly, straddling his lap and staring down at him with wide eyes as he keeps his hands on your waist, having yet to find release as he feels his cock straining painfully against his sweats, “Now’s your chance, cutie.”

You stare at Taehyun— at his smudged makeup, his flushed cheeks, and his eyes that are blown open with need— and nod meekly, your hand reaching to take him out before you’re lining him up with your entrance, brows furrowing slightly as you properly take in his size.

That does little to hinder you; the way you sink on Taehyun is fucking painfully slow, and the said man is cursing in your ear as he feels the way you clench around him, your and Hueningkai’s release already coating his dick and making a mess of the chair as you stare at him with bleary eyes.

“Don’t you need to fix my makeup?” Taehyun asks, his voice a bit strained from the effort to not pound into you recklessly— cluelessly, you nod, your expression making Taehyun let out a breathy laugh, “Do what you need to— I’ll do all the hard work, pretty thing.”

You’re unsure of what he may mean until he’s nodding back at the makeup case behind you— letting out a soft oh, you reach for your supplies, shaky hands taking what you need before you’re turning back to Taehyun.

His hands are on the swell of your ass, smiling fondly at you before he begins to buck his hips up into you— softly at first, giving you the illusion that he’ll actually let you work, then becoming rougher as he watches the way your expression breaks, coherence leaving your eyes as you simply look at him with bleary, clueless eyes— your actions are oh so slow as you try to touch up on his makeup, trying your best to not make things worse than they already are— but the task seems to be impossible with the way Taehyun fucks you, biting his lip and guiding your hips up and down to get you to ride him as well, already noticing a second orgasm building up from the way you help him out eagerly.

“Tyun,” you whimper out, makeup supplies in your fists as you place them firmly on his chest, “This isn’t working— I can’t… ah…!”

You’re interrupted mid-sentence as you’re finally coming undone on top of him— the makeup supplies in your hands dig into your skin from how hard you grip onto them, a weak, choked moan escaping you as Taehyun only continues to fuck you through it, not slowing down even after you’ve ridden out your high, going back to whining that you can’t do it, it’s too hard— too much.

“Yes you can,” he grins, taking in the way you only shake your head with satisfaction, “Okay then, can you hold out until I cum then? Can you be good for me, pretty girl?”

You don’t hesitate to nod at that; it has Taehyun laughing before it’s choked off into a moan, finally able to use you to his liking as he begins to fuck you rougher— shit… you hear him groan, and one look at him is enough to tell you that he’s staring at the sight in the mirror behind you— taking in how pretty you look as you bounce on his cock, hands desperately holding onto him as you tuck your head into his shoulder— The feeling of your lips sucking absentmindedly at his skin is enough to set him off, bottoming out inside you and groaning at the way his cum spurts inside you, barely able to stay in from how full you already are.

Gradually, his pace slows down to nothing but a slow grind— you’re attempting to regain your breath once you finally sit up, still perched prettily on his cock as you begin to touch up his makeup with shaky hands.

“Hmm? That’s unfair,” Hueningkai’s sudden voice has your head snapping up, looking to where he stands as he taps a finger at his collarbone, “Why didn’t I get one of those?”

Your eyes widen as you’re turning back to Taehyun at break-neck speed— sure enough, you’ve left a mark, and you can already feel your stomach sinking at the thought of having to cover that up.

“Relax, our outfits are pretty covered,” Taehyun scoffs, reading your expression with a playful roll of his eyes, “But I wouldn’t really mind having others see it.”

“No fair, can I get one?” Hueningkai pouts, even more so when you deny him shyly, focusing on your task and pretending as though you’re currently not sitting firmly on Taehyun’s cock with both their cum leaking out of you.

“Baby,” Hueningkai calls out softly, making you turn your head as he captures you in another kiss— it’s even messier than last time, which you really didn’t think was possible as you’re left panting for breath once he pulls away, your eyes widening at the lopsided grin he sends you.

“Fix my makeup next?”

Fuck, they’ll miss their damn show at this point.

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moonstruckme · 15 days

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have a bonfire - send a character + a trope (one bed, fake dating, etc.) and I’ll write a drabble

i’m such a sucker for a fake dating trope, could i request a drabble with eddie or tasm!peter? (i feel like out of all of the boyfriends they are the most likely to do it lol) <3

Thanks for requesting lovely!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader ♡ 686 words

You drop Eddie’s hand as soon as you’re around the corner. “Baby?” your voice comes out disgusted, blissfully steady. “That’s what you’re going with?”

“I don’t have a shit ton of practice being couple-y,” he replies, huffy. “Sorry if I didn’t have time to whip out my domestic dictionary.”

You shrug. “Guess I just expected a little more creativity from you.” He does spend most of his time fucking around with chords and making up stories involving dragons and mages.

You cross your arms, walking with a couple of feet between you and your part-time boyfriend now that there’s no one around to see. Eddie turns to look at you, his hair falling over his shoulder. “You like it.”

He’s teasing, you think. He can’t possibly know that. But your face heats and you can’t look up from the sidewalk, because there had been an undeniable commotion in your stomach when Eddie had said in front of everyone, voice smooth and sweet as iced tea, You getting tired, baby? I’m about ready to head out.

It had been a warm sort of commotion, more bees than butterflies, buzzing all the way from the pit of your stomach up into your brain, where they’ve stayed, humming quietly even now.

You try to pass your flustering off as pique, rolling your eyes and making sure Eddie sees. “It’s infantilizing,” you say. “I hate when guys call girls that, it’s so weird. I’m not a literal baby.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” You look over, and Eddie’s grinning at you now, laying it thick on in the way he has been all night, except that was for show and this appears to be just for you. With how wobbly it makes your limbs feel, you don’t know how much more of it you can take. “You seemed a lot like a baby, the way you let me open every door for you all day and were just about falling asleep on my shoulder a couple of minutes ago.”

And just like that, the happy buzzing quiet. Real indignation sparks to life in your chest. “I thought you were just being chivalrous for a minute there, but I figured that was ridiculous.” For a second, Eddie looks confused. “And anyway,” you go on, “it’s not like you were any better. I thought I was gonna have to pry your hand off my waist if you got any more comfortable.”

“You still might have to,” he teases, reaching around your side to squeeze at that favored spot. Your vexation breaks up as a laugh jostles out of you, and you try to move away but Eddie doesn’t let you get far, pulling you roughly against his side.

Any more of this, and you’ll have to get a tattoo of his handprint on your waist with Eddie’s spot written inside. It’ll be tasteless and suggestive, and you know Eddie will laugh for days.

“I’ve got to find something equally punishing for you now,” you say. “How do you feel about sweetpea?”

Eddie rolls his eyes.

“No? Honeyboo?”

“You know—”

“Pookie?”

“—I actually don’t care what you—”

“Oh, I know! Stud muffin.”

“Would you shut up?” Eddie squeezes you around the middle again, cutting you off with your own giggles. He doesn’t look nearly as embarrassed as you’d like, still grinning down at you like you’re a source of endless amusement. “Stud muffin actually isn’t bad, but I don’t give a shit what you call me, so long as it’s you.”

Some of your playfulness fizzles out, and he smirks at what he takes for your dissatisfaction, stopping and grasping your upper arms to look you in the eye. The metal of his rings are cool on your skin. “Got that, baby?” he asks, stretching the endearment out long and teasing.

It takes you a second to react, grateful for Eddie’s hands on your arms as you try to remember how to balance on your own. Once you do, you scoff, ripping out of his grasp and continuing ahead. “Fuck you,” you say.

Eddie all but skips to catch up to you. “Oh, you wish.”

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frenchkisstheabyss · 5 days

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♡Housewarming (2)♡

♡ Pairing: dom!fiance!yeosang x sub!chubby!fem!reader x best friend!wooyoung, best friend!seonghwa, best friend!hongjoong

♡ Genre: smut/angst

♡ Summary: You thought things were settled after your not so innocent sundress drew a bit more attention from your fiance's friends than he would've liked but things are far from over for you. If it's attention you want then it's attention you'll get and only he gets to decide when you've had enough.

♡ Word Count: 2.2k-ish

♡ Warnings: dom Yeosang, possessiveness, choking, gagging, cockwarming, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration (oral/vaginal), oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, rough sex, reader's super needy/has full on baby girl vibes, probably a strength kink, voyeurism, Hwa & Joong are watching but not involved (this time), pet names (good girl, baby girl, etc), praise, dirty talk, strong language (obviously), Yeosang is daddy, and it's reaaaal wet in here

♡ A/N: Babes, I mean, like, look, I thought I wasn't into Yeosang but am I into Yeosang? Is dom Yeosang my thing now? I already have too many biases in this group. I'm gonna go to that concert in August and simply die on the spot now, I fear.

Anyways, as always, I hope ya'll enjoy my chaos and let me know what you think!

♡ Part One Here

It’s difficult to load the dishwasher when your head’s still fuzzy from the events of the last few minutes. All of this over a dress? A dress you hadn’t put the faintest thought into when you first put it on. Naturally you thought it was cute, you wouldn’t have bought it otherwise, but sexy? That was the last thing crossing your mind when you picked this sundress off the rack. It’d crossed Yeosang’s though, enough to make him jealous. And his friends…had they really been looking at you?

Leaning down to close the dishwasher, your thighs squeeze together a bit bringing back the tingling between your legs. If his friends were looking or not, you aren’t particularly mad at the consequences you had to face for it. Riding your fiance’s thigh in your hallway within earshot of his closest friends made you feel absolutely filthy and you'd 10/10 do it again. You love how determined Yeosang was to make it known to all of you that you belong to him. That he can reduce you to a whimpering, dripping mess wherever and whenever he wishes.

You catch yourself staring into space, your thighs slippery once more with your arousal. “Get it together” you say to yourself, clicking a few buttons to turn the dishwasher on. You still have to meet Yeosang in the living room—for whatever reason—and you can’t go like this. Readjusting your sundress to cover as much skin as possible, you fill your brain with the least sexy thoughts you can to flush out the horniness. By the time you make your way out to the living room, memories of volunteering at a nursing home have made you sufficiently turned off.

You let out a sigh of relief as you position yourself on the arm of the chair Yeosang’s seated in. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung are scattered across the remaining couch and chair, their attention seemingly dedicated to the random Youtube video playing on the flat screen.

“What are you guys watching?” you ask, laying your arm around Yeosang’s shoulders and petting his cheek. The side eye from the guys is instant. They couldn’t make it more obvious that they’re trying not to acknowledge you if they tried.

Yeosang slips an arm around your waist, smiling up at you, “Mmm, nothing…yet.”

“Okaaay, well, what are you gonna watch?” you ask, hoping to push through the awkwardness.

“Come here. I’ll show you” Yeosang says, guiding you onto his lap so that your back rests against his chest. There’s that side eye from the guys again but you now recognize it for what it is. It isn’t from awkwardness, it’s from…anticipation?

Trailing his fingers down the side of your neck, Yeosang tilts your head back to whisper into your ear, “They heard you, you know that right?” He spreads his legs, opening yours along with them, “Heard you grinding that pretty little cunt on my leg. Fuck, it is so pretty, isn’t it?”

“Yeo—” you gasp, attempting to snap your legs closed, but he stops you, tucking his knees inside yours so that you have no choice other than to sit here exposed. Magically whatever’s on the TV doesn’t matter anymore. Every set of eyes in the room is fixed on you and the gorgeous space between your legs. You wiggle in Yeosang’s lap, attempting to get away but the muscular arm locked around your waist isn’t budging. “Yeo, baby, what is this?”

Yeosang plants kisses behind your ear, his hand reaching around to fully grip your neck. He squeezes your neck, not too hard but just enough to make you gasp for air, your body arching from how good the pressure feels. You press harder into his lap and his cock presses right back, twitching against the plush of your ass.

“What is this?” he teases, mimicking your voice, “Consequences. You can’t just go around teasing our guests. That’s not very nice is it?”

The hand by your waist gathers the front of your dress, yanking it up so that your soft, cute belly pops out. A smile tugs at Wooyoung’s lips, the bulge forming in his pants becoming more and more obvious by the second.

“I…I didn’t mean to” you swear, your face the picture of innocence.

But your body betrays you. Yeosang dips his fingers down to stroke your entrance and they’re wet before he can even touch you. “My dirty little girl, dripping already. You want me to punish you, don’t you?” They sink into you and your walls eagerly suck them in, clenching as he lazily fingers your core.

“No, I’m sorry. So sorry, so…” you mewl, your voice trailing off into angelic moans.

He adds another finger and your body weakens, your head threatening to fall back but Yeosang won’t let it. He won’t let you ignore how badly the others want you. You have to see it this time. You have to see Hongjoong biting his nails, thinking of all the ways he’d fuck you if you were his. And Seonghwa almost squirming in his seat, unable to find a comfortable position to conceal how hard you’ve gotten him.

“Are you really sorry, baby girl?” Yeosang asks, pretending to be sympathetic to your struggle. You manage a weak “yes” that’s cute but could be better. “Say ‘Yes, daddy’” he instructs, choking you a little harder, his fingers curling into your gspot as he fucks you with them as hard as he can.

You grab onto the arms of the chair, your eyes wide and shimmering, “Yes, daddy. I’m, ah…I’m sorry. I’m, fuck, I’m so sorry.”

It takes minimal effort now for Yeosang to keep your legs open. You spread them willingly for all the men to see, surrendering to the pleasure of being watched so intently by the four of them. It has you so wet that you’re leaking down to your fiance’s wrists, the splashing of your juices audible over the TV.

“Show daddy how sorry you are” Yeosang says, depriving you of his fingers. They leave your core with a pop that’s music to their ears. Without them there your pussy still clenches, your clit twitching and begging for attention. Yeosang lifts you in his lap ever so slightly, unzipping his pants to free his cock. He lowers you down onto it inch by inch, teasing you with that delicious stretch until your mouth’s watering.

He fits perfectly inside of you, the way he always has. Your walls cling to him so desperately that you can feel the blood rushing through every vein traveling down his length. It has the perfect curve to it, intensifying that pressure behind your belly. You want friction. You want it so badly that you’re already rocking in his lap. Behind you Yeosang lets out low, controlled grunts, raising his hips to bottom out.

This self control thing is like torture when you’re this cute and needy but he has to keep it together. He grabs you by the waist, keeping you both as still as he can while leaving you whining for more. You glance back at him, pouty and sad, with a face that it tears him apart to deny.

“Aww, I know, baby” he coos, kissing you on the cheek, “You want daddy to fuck you but I need you to do something else first.”

“Mmm, like what?” you ask, sneaking in a bit of movement that he let’s slide just this once.

Yeosang brushes his fingers across your lips and they fall open for him like they just know. “I know they’re all wondering what my pretty girl’s mouth can do,” he whispers, easing his fingers between your lips and coating your tongue in your own arousal. “You gonna open up and show them for me?”

“Mmhmm” you hum, wide eyed, suckling and drooling around them.

Pleased by your obedience, Yeosang’s gaze drifts around the room, “Who do you want first?”

You take your time, pretending that you don’t already know who you want, “Woo, please.” This entire time Woo’s been glowing with admiration for you and you long for more of it.

Woo approaches you casually, the same as he would any other time. There’s that familiar sense of playfulness you adore so much about him but also something darker, more intense. Yeosang pulls his drenched fingers from your mouth and Woo, cradling your chin in his palm, replaces them with his tongue. Woo’s kisses are sloppier than Yeosangs, the excitement of the moment too much to contain, but you enjoy it as much as you imagined you would.

When he pulls away to see your lips glistening, your mouth hanging wide open for him, he swears he’s dreaming. Yeosang watches attentively as Woo undoes his pants, slipping his cock between your hollowed cheeks. It’s impossible, with how tightly you’re wrapped around his cock, for you not to feel your fiance pulsing inside of you at this display.

Woo clasps his hands behind your head, snaking his fingers in your hair, “Fuck, you feel amazing. I see why he wants to marry you.” You look up at him, batting your eyelashes, and relax your throat to take him deeper. Woo makes small thrusts, the suction between your cheeks milking him of every drop of precum.

“Look at you, taking that cock so well. Good girl” Yeosang beams, pulling down the front of your dress to cup your breasts.

There’s a sense of relief as he massages your neglected tits, shaping them under his touch. His thumbs curve around the sides, coming together with his pointer fingers to pinch your sensitive nipples. You make a muffled squeaking noise when he does, urging him to pinch them harder.

At the same time, Woo’s hips are picking up speed, the head of his cock knocking at the back of your throat. Your tongue wiggles on the underside of his length, dipping left and right to explore the finer details of his cock. Your brain goes fuzzy again, your body overstimulated by being stretched to your limits at both ends.

“Aah, shit, so fucking perfect” Woo hisses, enjoying the view of your tits bouncing with each thrust. “You know how long I’ve wanted to do this to you, baby? Hmm?”

Your mouth’s too full to answer and even if it weren’t you couldn’t string a sentence together to save your life. You’re nothing but an incoherent, moaning mess of a girl, on the edge of coming from being used like a toy.

“Oh my god, what’s this? Don’t tell me you’re about to come” Yeosang taunts, his right hand venturing down to stroke your clit.

Woo smiles down at you, dragging his cock out to paint your lips in his arousal,“Yeo, you’re being cruel. Look at this pretty thing. All fucked out and she hasn’t even been fucked yet. Let her come.”

Yeosang lays his fingers flat on your clit, rubbing it as fast as his wrists will let him. Woo shoves his length back into your mouth, forcing you to take him down to the base. Your body’s on fire in the best way, every sense is heightened to the point that it’s making the room spin.

“Go ahead, baby, do it” Yeosang says, easing down lower in the chair, “Squirt all over daddy’s cock. Show everyone how much my girl’s pussy loves me.”

Those words from your fiance are enough to break you. You come hard down his length, creaming and leaking, ruining his pants. “Look at you, mmph, fuck” Woo moans, his breaths growing quick and short. The tension in him snaps and he’s squirting come down the walls of your throat. You swallow it just as mindlessly as you bounce in Yeosang’s lap, ignoring earlier implications not to do so.

Your fiance knows he should stop you, stick to his own rules, but he’s been ready to come since he first felt you and he’s too close now to stop it. He’s already hitting his high, pumping you full of his come just as the last few drops of Woo’s dribbles down your chin.

The room’s chaotic for a short time, wonderful and utterly feral all at once, and then a serene silence. You fall back into Yeosang’s arms, your lids heavy and your lips a little puffy. Woo gives you a grateful peck on the lips, kissing down your neck…your shoulder…your arm.

“Thank you” he says, kissing the back of your hand. Your ability to talk remains limited but you’re able to give him a smile that lets him know you enjoyed it too. Yeosang turns you in his lap, draping your legs over the arm of the chair so that your head rests on his shoulder. Woo hands him a throw blanket and he covers you in it, making sure you’re nice and cozy.

“Are you okay, my love?” Yeosang asks, inspecting you while he awaits your answer.

You cuddle up to him, your eyes falling closed, “Mmhmm, I’m okay.”

“I’m happy to hear that. Now let’s get you some water and a snack. Let you rest a bit and then…”

Your eyes shoot open and you perk up, “And then…what?”

“And then,” he sighs, booping you on the nose like a kitten, “You finish your punishment. You’re still a little disobedient but we’ll fix that, won’t we?”

#ateez x reader #ateez x you #ateez x female reader #ateez smut #yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #yeosang x you #poly ateez x reader #Wooyoung x reader #Wooyoung x you #wooyoung smut #ateez angst #yeosang angst #chubby reader #plus size reader

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mrzombielover · 3 months

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- slow ride ch1

feat. sinner!adam x fem!hotel worker!reader

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warnings: NSFW, enemies to fuckbuddies, adam and reader both suck, unhealthy relationships, size kink oooops, light degradation

a/n: oh my god this is so self indulgent. something is fr wrong with me bc all my favorite men are irrevocably fucked up and toxic and emotionally damaged and would treat me like shit teehee

wc: 2.2k

“You took my shame and you took my pride / And now you gonna take me for a slowride”

When even Charlie is trepidatious about checking someone in to the hotel, you know they’ve fucked up bad.

Adam had shown up, tail between his legs, admitting something about how he’s “desperate enough to try anything,” even this “stupid delusional humiliating hotel.”

Charlie, who’s more like an angel than Adam ever was, had ultimately decided that he could stay. After a lengthy and heated discussion, she’d reminded the group that the hotel’s policy states that everyone deserves a chance at redemption, regardless of the sins they’ve committed. Considering he killed your friend, you thought that was bullshit, but it’s Charlie’s hotel at the end of the day, and you’re just along for the ride.

You like Charlie, which is why you put up with having Adam around. She’s a good person- genuinely, deep down. There’s no hidden motives in her actions. You’ve not met many good people in your life, so she’s won your respect, even if you have your doubts about the hotel’s premise.

But for as much as you love her, you briefly questioned her sanity when she asked you to keep a special eye on Adam.

“…and how exactly is that the job of treasury secretary?” You deadpan.

“Wellll…” Charlie trails off, looking away for a moment. “It isn’t really. Buuut what if I was asking as a favor, for your friend?” She clasps her hands together, giving you a smile. You have to avert your eyes from the hopeful look on her face before your resolve cracks.

“No way in hell,” You say quickly.

“Please!”

“No,”

“Pleaseee!”

You bite your lip as you think. He’s obnoxious, yes, but what’s really the worst that could happen? You close your eyes and sigh.

“…you owe me one,”

You regret accepting every day. Nobody got along with Adam. Well, nobody except for Nifty, who seemed thrilled to have a real bad boy staying in the hotel. You, however, got along with him the least of all.

For someone who’d come to the hotel in his time of need- who was in no position to ask for anything other than forgiveness- Adam sure has a smartass mouth. It seems Charlie just wants to give you a brain aneurysm, that’s why she gave you this job. Even if that wasn’t her goal, that’s certainly the stage you’re approaching, because fighting with Adam everyday is 100% going to make you pop a blood vessel.

You can’t help it. Something about him- the way he acts, the forced proximity, just gets under your skin, makes your eye twitch. He should be groveling, begging for forgiveness, putting his heart and soul into bettering himself, yet all he does is bitch and moan. Constantly complaining would be one thing, hell’s full of whiners, but he also feels the need to voice every thought he’s ever had, which often includes insults and snide remarks about those around him. You’ve never been one to take that shit- though, nobody at the hotel really does. It seems to be much worse with you two, specifically, though.

The problem comes in because, as much as you hate to admit it, you might sometimes occasionally have some things in common with him. No, you’re not quite as loud or crude or obnoxious, you don’t generally insult people for fun, but if someone deserves it?

You’ve tore into people for way less than murdering your friend, showing up on your doorstep and being a pain in your ass 24/7, especially if you’re in a particularly shitty mood. Reduced people to tears for mildly inconveniencing you, having an annoying voice, wasting food, etc etc… all of which Adam does.

Generally, you’re apathetic to what goes on around you, especially at the hotel. You’re fed, don’t have to pay rent, and can pretty much do whatever you want, so dealing with the annoying, traumatized, dramatic residents and staff is a fair trade off in your eyes. Adam should, in theory, be no different than the rest of them to you. So you cannot, for the life of you, figure out what about him makes him so much worse than the rest.

You just try not to think about him as much as possible. But when you ignore him, he just seems to get worse.

“Jesus, you don’t think it’s a bit early to start drinking?”

You mentally groan as you hear his voice, avoiding eye contact as you crack open the bottle.

“I mean, Isn’t this shithole supposed to be for rehabilitation?” You can practically hear the smirk in his voice as he opens the fridge.

“Why don’t you focus on your own rehab first, dick? Been weeks now and you’re still an asshole,” You snap, before taking a swig of your beer. He shrugs, grabbing the orange juice from the fridge and placing it on the counter. He walks past where you’re leaning on the counter to get a glass.

“I mean, damn, you didn’t even try today, huh?”He laughs.

“Why are you pickin’ a fight with me right now?” You raise your voice a little, exasperated and too hungover to deal with this.

“oh, uh, i dunno… i’m bored?” He shrugs again, looking over to you with a self satisfied smile. You groan in frustration, then sigh, forcing yourself to keep it together.

“…and you wonder why your wives left you,” you mumble with a roll your eyes, turning to quickly leave the kitchen. you don’t see his face, but judging from the sound of a crash and footsteps quickly following you into the hallway, you hit a nerve. oh, god, here we go…

“you fucking junkie bitch!” he yells after you as you stomp up the stairs.

“you’re proving my point right now!” you say over your shoulder.

“Like you have room to talk? Let’s bring up your love life, huh?!”

“oh my god shut up!” Angel yells through the door as you pass his room. “Every fuckin’ morning with you two!”

Adam ignores him, continuing to rant as he follows closely behind you, every degrading name he can think of spilling from his lips.

“…fucking whore cunt- whose not even fucking listening to me!” he says as you turn into your room. you turn, attempting to slam the door, but he sticks his foot in the gap and grabs the door, shoving it back open.

“what in the fuck is your problem today?!” you yell.

“it’s you, bitch!”

“oh my god- how do you care about anything this much? Seriously, it’s not that deep!”

you jump a little as he suddenly slaps the beer bottle out of your hands, the glass shattering loudly and the leftover beer soaking your socks. your jaw drops, outraged, and you can’t help the reflex to reach up and smack the side of his head.

“ow!” he yelps, and you raise your fists to hit him again, when-

“you- fucking bitch-!” he shouts. you cry out in surprise as he grabs your wrists and yanks you with surprising ease, shoving you roughly into the wall behind you.

theres a struggle, both grunting with the strain of pushing against each other as Adam wrestles to keep the upper hand. You go to knee him, but he moves quicker, slotting one of his legs between your own and pressing his body against yours to pin you completely against the wall.

then, something changes. he pauses, the close proximity seems to have finally registered in his brain. his eyes widen and you pause too, both panting, faces inches apart. his grip loosens, and a flicker of confusion crosses his features.

“wait, what’s-“

“shut up,” you snap suddenly. before you even realize what you’re doing, your hands are on his chest, and you’re shoving him towards your bed.

“take off your shirt,” you command as the back of his knees hit the mattress and he’s falling backwards. he quickly does as you say, looking up at you with wide eyes as you straddle him and rip your own shirt off as well. he mumbles a nice when he sees you’re not wearing a bra. you reach to tug off the sweatpants you had on, and as soon as you can kick them away Adam’s hands are on your waist and flipping you over. He hurriedly rips off the rest of his clothes before he’s back on you, leaning down to eagerly press kisses down your neck. you have to tilt your head to make room for the horns now permanently attached to his head, and you think of the irony of this situation.

the sound of fabric ripping followed immediately by two of his fingers finding your clit makes you gasp. you bite back a whimper as he begins to rub rough and sloppy circles on your clit. the pleasure doesn’t last long before he’s pulling his hand back, only to shove a finger inside your cunt quickly, and you gasp again. being so unprepared, the stretch burns a bit. fuck, has he always had such big hands? he’s gentle at first, as he works the single finger in and out of you, and once the pain subsides, he quickly adds a second one.

“Oh, fuck,” you can’t help the curse that slips past your lips, and before long you’re rocking your hips against his hand. his movements are rushed and sloppy, impatient as he stretches you out. he chuckles dryly, and you shoot him a glare.

once again, before long, he’s pulling away, and grabbing you by the shoulders to make you sit up with him. you whine involuntarily at the loss of contact, and the cocky bastard laughs again.

“So impatient, babe,” He grins.

“Shut up,” You say again, pushing him so that he’s sitting up against the bed frame. You crawl over to him, and straddle his lap. His hands find your ass, groping it roughly while you grab the base of his cock and align the tip with your entrance.

You both gasp in unison when you swiftly lower yourself to take his full length. A strangled moan escapes from your lips and you let your head fall forward to rest on his shoulder. Eyes squeezed shut, you wait so you can adjust to his size. Seriously, how had you never noticed how big he was before now? Prematurely, Adam angles his hips and suddenly thrusts up into you, making you cry out in pain and pleasure.

“Oh you like that, bitch? Huh?” He says teasingly, running his hands up and down your back before moving his hips again.

“You have seriously got to learn to be quiet,” You retort through gritted teeth, reaching up to pull his hair from the roots. He lets out a groan, followed by a more pathetic whine as you begin to move on his length.

It must be all the pent up emotion, because you’re very quickly unable to speak beyond a few curses and wanton moans. Adam however, can’t seem to stop talking. Mumbling about how good you feel- for a whore, how he didn’t think you’d be so tight, how you’re so fucking sexy he wishes he’d done this sooner.

“Ugh, Adam- shut up!” You groan as you move desperately. He whines as you pull his hair again for emphasis, biting his lip as you feel his hips snap up into yours.

“Oh, god-“ You’re squealing, back arching as you can feel your whole body tense. You’re on top, but as you grow more limp, he’s holding you upright as he roughly fucks into you. “I’m close!” You warn, and it comes out a strangled sob.

You’re so, so close. Euphoria clouds your brain, and collapse onto him as he continues to hold you up to thrust into you.

You fall backwards, and Adam follows, caging you underneath him as he chases his own release now.

“oh- fuck- don’t stop!” You’re practically screaming as your orgasm crashes over you, and you wrap your arms around and claw at Adam desperately, fingernails leaving marks on his fleshy back. You only faintly register the breathless laugh he lets out at your state as he now pounds into you.

He slams into you with an intensity that forces the air out of your lungs, and even Adam can’t form thoughts or speak anymore.

“Oh, fu-uuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” He can’t believe the noises that are coming from him, but he also can’t find it in himself to care when you feel this good. You’re so sensitive, and still tight from your previous climax, and he can feel your pulse in the walls of your cunt as you clench around him.

Pleasure quickly turns to overstimulation, and you moan his name again, reaching up to pull at his hair, horns, wings, anything, as tears begin to prick at your eyes. Hearing you moan his name, seeing the look on your face, knowing he’s the one doing this to you is what he needed to send him over the edge.

“o-oh my god-“ he groans, hips stuttering as he presses his body as close to yours as possible, spilling his cum deeply inside of you with an actual moan.

He stays still for a moment, both of your breathing labored, sweat making your hair stick to your foreheads and necks, but you stay holding eachother. While both your brains are still fuzzy, thoughts muddled from the aftershocks, he takes a hand up and wipes your hair away from your face, and the tears from your eyes.

Eventually, he sits up and pulls out of you, rolling over to lay next to you on the bed. Neither of you say anything, too fucked out to think of the repercussions from your actions.

#!my stuff #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #adam x reader #ok how do i tag this…#first man adam #first man adam x reader #idfk idc #!not sfw #female reader #this is like so cringe LMFAO #it’s ok tho idc😜

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gojo-chan · 1 month

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Fluff alphabet with Xiao

A little sfw alphabet for our favourite Adeptus, no usage of y/n and the reader is gender neutral

Warnings: none just fluffy fluff, because it’s Xiao there is a teeny tiny bit of angst like he’s insecure etc, slight spoilers of Xiao’s story and voicelines, English isn’t my first language so if you see mistakes please tell me

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He likes the way you can calm him, reassure him that he’s doing enough… he likes how you just love him for who he is and don’t judge him for his past and weaknesses. He likes feeling understood

B = Bonding (what's your favorite mutual bonding activity?)

He just melts when he lays his head on your lap and you start tracing his tattoo, feeling his scars etc… just feeling his skin with your soft touch

However, it will take him some time to let you be that intimate with him. (He will flinch the first times you try to caress him, even if you warn him beforehand)

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Xiao will never admit it but he likes to be cradled and held. Please let him rest him on top of you but don’t comment on it or he’ll never do it again…

When you want to be held, he’ll gladly do it, embracing you until you fall asleep in his arms

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Dates with Xiao would be very peaceful and calm in general. Before being in a relationship with you, Xiao knew barely anything about dates, so he was a little nervous at the idea of having some with you. He likes to take you out to stroll in quiet areas of Liyue, where he just holds your hand and enjoys your presence and the scenery

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

At the beginning of your relationship, Xiao finds it very difficult to show you how he feels. He has a hard time communicating with his words and prefers to use actions and kind gestures to convey his love. After some time, he gets a little better at expressing his feelings but his love language doesn’t change

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Xiao would not be comfortable at the idea of having a family. He is the protector of Liyue, the Vigilant Yaksha and the Conqueror of Demons, he does not have time for such things. If you take enough time to convince him (you better be immortal lol) he will maybe give it a thought

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Giving you gifts wouldn’t be something regular for him. It’s always unexpected and so meaningful. Xiao doesn’t give you gifts to give you gifts. He shares a part of his soul, it’s like a piece of his dedication towards you. You talked about something you liked to him? He will store this information in a corner of his mind and offer it to you when you already forgot about it

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

In public, Xiao will never hold your hands. He’s not a fan of pda and if you just look at him lovingly in front of others he will pass away.

When the both of you are alone though, he likes to touch your hands, feel your palm and fingers with his. It just feels very intimate to him

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

He will blame himself. Please reassure him or he’ll never forgive himself… he will make sure you’re alright and patch you up the best he can. He even would go to Bubu pharmacy to see if there is a way to relieve the pain

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Xiao isn’t a prankster (shocking I know) though he appreciates humorous people and will gladly listen to your jokes with a slight smile plastered on his face

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Whatever you do, he will always be a blushing mess afterwards. He is the most comfortable with soft and short kisses where your lips barely touch

When you do kiss him more passionately, he just stops functioning. He will look at you wide-eyed and just won’t say a word, completely flustered

L = Love Confession (how'd they confess to you? how'd you get together?)

I think your relationship just kind of happened. He is the kind of guy to dismiss his feelings towards you until you’re literally hugging him. Afterwards he notices how much effect you have on him and it’s honestly a little scary to him

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

During the festival season, no one used to pray to him. That’s until you came in his life, and each year, offered incense for him. He said he didn’t care that people wouldn't pray for him but when you did, something felt so special about it. It made his heart flutter and he thinks seeing you being all giddy about it afterwards makes it the best memory of you two. Even if it’s “simple” it means so much more to him

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

The mere thought of hurting you on accident makes him sick. What is his karmic debt ended up harming you? What if you saw him in his true form and were so terrified or disgusted by it that you would leave him? These thoughts could easily make Xiao spiral and in these moments he just needs you to reassure him, although he will never ask for any kind of support

O = Obvious (how obvious do they make it that they like you?)

Noticing that Xiao fell for you was quite difficult. He dismissed his own feelings for a long time and hid his emotions towards you even more. The only “clue” would have been that he actually cared for you. He would enjoy spending time with you, unlike with other mortals

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

I think pet names are one of the things Xiao doesn’t really understand about humans. You have a name why should he call you something else..? If you insist he’ll call you something like “love” to make you happy

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

Xiao doesn’t feel the need to be vocal during your quality time. Just cuddling with you in bed will already make him feel so content without the need to utter a word. It could also be just sitting outside in the evening, silently admiring how the sun goes down in Liyue while his fingers are intertwined with yours

R = Romance (how romantic are they?)

Xiao is romantic in his own way. He doesn’t know much about human love traditions, so he just shows you his loves his own way. It can be by just by discreetly sliding your hand in his (it wasn’t on purpose of course, we all believe you Xiao) or by letting you eat some of his almond Tofu without complaining

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Xiao is not one to discuss about how he feels. He will open up with some a lot of time and tell you about his past, but they are some things that will remain a mystery to you

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Just getting to talk to him was a hassle, imagine getting him to realise that he likes you and that you like him back?! You better be patient because this man will take forever to get in a relationship with you

U = Unique (what makes them unique?)

As an Adeptus, I think Xiao is already pretty unique. He has a few cute quirks that will always make you smile (like eating snow). In a relationship, Xiao would be quite unique too. Since he’s not a human and knows not much about them, he handles his love for you in his own way, clumsily but very sweetly

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? do they like to show you off?)

Like I said before, Xiao isn’t a pda-fan at all. He would be very proud of building a trusting relationship between you two but he would definitely not show it in public. Not a lot of people would even know that he is in a relationship with someone

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He would be terrified at the thought of loosing you. Xiao probably wouldn’t even let you fight along with him, but if you were to, he would be overprotective give his absolute best.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Very, very poorly… he just doesn’t get human emotions (he tries his best with you though 🥺). As time goes on, he starts to get used to your habits and gets a grasp of how to deal with your emotions. Be patient with him, he really wants to understand you

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I just imagine him doing his research asking Zhongli on how to correctly propose. Poor guy he is completely panicked at the idea of messing up. Once he’s prepared enough, he will take you to a nice calm spot under the moonlight and get on one knee. He will be so nervous during the whole evening, it would be impossible for you not to notice it.

Z = Zzz (how do they act when they're sleepy? what's it like sharing a bed with them?)

Xiao canonically doesn’t sleep, but if you were to let him rest on your chest while playing with his hair… there would be a slight chance of him dozing off… 🤫

When you’re asleep in your shared bed though, Xiao likes look at you sleeping. He prays he doesn’t come of as a creep, but seing you so peaceful just does something to him

Thank you for reading!

Masterlist

#xiao fluff #xiao fanfic #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #sfw alphabet #xiao genshin x reader

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The Risks we take

part 2

Newt x Female Reader

Im sooooo sorry it took this long! I hope you enjoy! Should I do a part three that takes place in The Death cure? 👀 🫣

Summary: Newt is avoiding y/n after she confessed her feelings to him at a bonfire night. (Also note that in this universe, the Gladers have a bonfire night every week instead of every month. Just so it fits in the story!)

Warnings: Honestly it’s all fluff and angst. Nothing other than a few suggestive comments, but nothing crazy!

Words:

Y/N= Your name E/C= Eye color

H/C= Hair color. S/C= Skin color

H/T= Hair type (straight, curly,wavy,etc)

Sorry its kinda long!

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Running in the maze always felt oddly relaxing. The rhythm of your steps and heavy breaths mixed with the calming silence had a nice feel to it. The breeze in your face and ache in your legs. The thrill when you turn in every corner. It was a good place to think. Especially after what you just witnessed with Newt and Minho. After dragging Minho into the maze, you couldn’t stop thinking about Newt. Why on earth would he try to keep me from the maze again. I thought we settled this months ago? As your mind raced with possibilities, you didn’t notice the creaking of machinery in the distance.

creak

“What was that?” Minho said with a hint of worry in his voice.

“Huh. I didn’t hear anything.” You said, snapping yourself out of your thoughts.

You and Minho kept quiet and listened carefully. Then you heard it….

creak

scrape

“There it was again! You heard it, right?” Minho said, cooling his panic like the professional Runner he was, but you could tell he was still scared.

You nod and you and Minho slow to a stop. Unlike Minho, you were absolutely terrified at the moment. You’ve only been running in the maze for nearly half the time as Minho, and you’ve never run into a Griever.

“Grievers dont come out in the day though, right?” You ask, panic rising in your voice. Minho doesn’t answer.

“Right?!” You say. Minho puts a finger to his lip to shush you.

creak

scrape

whirr

He slowly creeps towards the sharp turn ahead and turns his head to the corner, peaking out. All the color drains from Minhos face and he freezes. A flicker of recognition flashes on Minhos face which quickly passes into pure terror. Something seems to unlock out of Minho as he stares at the thing up ahead. You peek out and freeze as well. Up ahead, lay two grievers on the floor. Their robotic limbs stretched out and broken. Green sticky goop poured from each. You and Minho quickly press your backs to the cold, stone maze wall.

“Are they…..dead?” You whisper. Minho shakes his head.

“I dont know….I’ve never seen grievers in the day, let alone dead ones!” Minho says. He takes out his notepad and jots down a record of this. The terror Minho showed earlier has changed into a look that shined more determination than ever. Then, he slowly walks towards the Grievers. You grab his arm.

“We really shouldn’t-”

“I know.” Minho says firmly. “Stay here. I cant have you get hurt, not with that stuck up shank keeping such close eye. Just let me take a quick look.” Minho says, a bit softer this time.

“Stuck up shank? Do you mean…..?” You ask curiously.

“Yeah, Newt. He’s been on my back about this for ages. You saw him fighting with me. If you get hurt here, just consider me dead.”

“Really? The last time I’ve seen him, he’s been treating me like some stranger! Its infuriating! Then he got the nerve to fight with you about me being a runner! One day we’re talking and flirting just fine, and then he just flips on me! I seriously don’t know…..”

Minho looks at you with a bit of an amused expression as you keep talking on about Newt. You realize that your rambling and you clear your throat.

“Well, anyways, this isn’t the time to talk about it. Are you sure I shouldn’t come with you to check on the Grievers?” You ask. Minho chuckles and starts walking towards the Grieves carefully.

“Just watch my back.” Minho pauses and turn around. “Oh, and also. You should talk to him, Y/N. Give him no chance. Corner him and talk, okay? Trust me on that.” Before you could answer, Minho turns around and heads to the Grievers. You pause a bit before switching back into stealth mode and watching every step Minho takes like a hawk.

step, step, step

Minho slowly gets closer. The creaking of the Grievers slow down.

step, step, step

The noise stops completly and Minho makes it to the Grievers. He gently nudges one with his foot. It doesn’t move. He does the same to the other before slamming both of them with his boot. Still, nothing happens. Minho turn his back to the Grievers to look at you, he calls.

“I think its safe to-”

“MINHO!” You scream as a griever whirs to life, slamming its mechanical arm into Minhos back. Minho crumples to the ground. You have no time to think as your instincts kick in. You burst down the corridor and grab Minho, hauling him up and jumping away just before the griever slams his arms again. You and Minho run, the griever chases close behind. You burst down the maze faster than you ever have before. Eventually, the griever catches up and stings Minho in the arm. You grab Minho and drag him along with as much strength as you can possibly muster and keep running. Y’now what, forget about what I said about the maze being relaxing.

This. Is. Pure. Hell

The aching in your legs is no longer rhythmic as is your breathing. Your lungs feel impossibly tight and your muscles throb with a burning pain. By the time you manage to loose the griever and head to the Glade, it’s night time. You cant rest, though. With Minho being knocked out and it being so late, you have to keep going. You couldn’t imagine staying in the maze overnight. You just couldn’t see any universe were you’d live that. Plus, you really missed the Glade, and Newt. The comfort of it all seemed miles away.

You kept running.

Much time later, you saw the Glade in the. Distance. Finally. Your body felt like it was torn in two.

groan.

The doors, they were-

groan.

No no no no no, please no.

groan.

You saw them slowly closing. You ran. The Gladers on the other side shouted for you to hurry.

groan

Please, you cant stay in this maze. The grievers, all alone. No. You saw Newt up ahead. You had to make it. Please. At least for him.

groan.

The doors were almost closed, but you were almost there. They shut slowly, you ran fast. All you had to do, a little bit more. You leaped forward as best as you could with Minho in your arms.

Shut.

The doors closed. All you saw was darkness. You felt tears fall. Please, not this maze again. You were so weak, so tired, so done…..

The last thing you felt was a pair of strong arms wrap around you and whisper in your ear.

“Dont worry, your safe, y/n”

It was Newt. It was home. You had made it through the Glade.

You did it.

You woke up with a start. Lights seared your eyes and you put your hand to cover them. After the pain subdued you glanced at the boy sleeping in the chair next to your bed. It was Newt. He looked….different. His skin was pale and his hair messy. He had deep eye bags under his eyes. As much as you didn’t want to interrupt his clearly needed sleep, you nudged him anyway. You needed answers. As Newt woke up he immediately pulled you into a hug. You missed his comforting touch, more than you would’ve liked to.

“Are you feeling okay? You sleeping for 2 days!” Newt asked, concern etched in his voice. You nod and rest your head against his chest as he pulled you closer. His body was tense, but it didn’t seem like it was because of your close proximity.

“Yeah. How is Minho?” You ask softly.

“Not great. But he’s….managing”Newt says.Theres a pause of understanding.

“The Changing….oh god. Minho…” you say, worried for your friend and partner of the maze.

“He’ll be fine, Im sure of it” Newt didn’t sound sure at all. But you still hugged him closer and a wave of understanding washed between you two. It was clear that everything was fine between you two. But you still had lots of questions. You pulled back slightly so you could look at his face.

“Newt? Why were you…..why have you been ignoring me?” You ask a bit hesitantly and you look down at the floor. Too embarrassed to meet his gaze. Newt paused.

“I-”

He cleared his throat.

“I don’t want to talk about it” Ignorance is bliss, they say. But you know that you cant handle another second of Newts ignoring.

“Newt. Please just tell me. Did I do something wrong?” Newt looked down and stayed silent.

“If it was because of what I said at the bonfire, just forget I said anything. Please…” you beg and Newt speaks up.

“I cant….have this connection with you. This feeling….its wrong” Your heart stopped. Wrong? What….

“Whats so wrong about it?” You ask softly. Newts gaze lingered on your face, studying its delicate features.

“I love you. Okay? I really do. But…..what happens if we…don’t make it out. Of the maze.” Newt asks as his eyes glisten, threatening him with tears. He takes your hand and squeezes it gently. Your heart starts beating again, faster than it probably should be. He loves me? Dont get out?

“What do you mean? Of course we’ll escape Newt! We have to….” You say, trying to reassure him. Newt shakes his head.

“Do you know how high the chances are in this place that we don’t survive? I cant…let myself get attached to something I cant keep.” Newt says softly and a tear rolls down his cheek. You cup his face and wipe the tear away with your thumb.

“I cant watch you die, y/n. I cant watch another one go. Especially not you.” Newt stares at you right in the face as he says this.

“Who says Im ever leaving? I promise-”

“No!” Newt interrupts. He squeezes your hand.

“Just…stop it! No promises. I cant get this close to you, I cant be living in constant fear that you’ll leave me!” Newt sniffles and you brush off his tears. Newt couldn’t commit to this relationship. He wanted to push you away from him in hopes that his affection would dim. It clearly didn’t work. You press your forehead to his.

“Then what about if we’re safe? How about if we get out of this maze? Would you at least then consider it?” You mumble softly.

“I’d accept it in a heartbeat” Newt says softly. “I really do love you, y/n”

“I love you too, Newt” you’ve never wanted to kiss someone so badly. And so you did. It was soft and tender. Not too harsh and not too light. It was perfect. He was perfect. You pulled your lips away so you could hug him again.

“Could you do me a favor, though?” You ask

“Umm, yeah?” You hug him tighter.

“Just please stop ignoring me. I cant deal with it.” You say and Newt chuckles. He kisses your head.

“Sure, but this….this is risky, y/n”

“Well, I happen to like the thrill of it.”

#the maze runner #tmr #tmr fandom #tmr newt #tmr x reader #newt x y/n #newt x reader #newt tmr #newt

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kth1 · 1 year

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Office Santa (M) [JJK]

Office Santa [Jungkook x Female Reader]

⟶ Pairing: Jungkook x Female Reader ⟶ Genre: Office!Au, Holiday Party!Au, Christmas!Au, PWP, One-Shot, 18+ ⟶ WC: 7.4k+ ⟶ Warnings: alcohol, swearing, oral (m), fingering, small tit-play, unprotected sex, etc ⟶ Summary: On the verge of leaving the office Christmas party, you find a reason to stay just a little bit longer. ⟶ Author’s Note: This came to me on a whim. It’s been a long while since I’ve written for Jungkook, so I’m happy I finally could muster something for you readers! Currently I have not gotten a beta, please excuse any grammar mistakes. If you see something, kindly message me and help your girl out. Other than that, please enjoy this little fic!

Masterlist ⁂ Mail Box

It’s your typical, over the top, annual Christmas office party. Suffering at the hands of HTU Tech’s lame excuse to extend congratulations to their employees for pouring endless hours of their life to keep the company on the ground. Being a lead systems engineer isn’t exactly what you wanted for yourself, but it comes easy when you surpass all your education with flying colors. It immediately landed you a career with one of the most renowned internet companies, and shortly after being hired you moved up the rankings.

But enough about you. You can care less about going on with your achievements as you aimlessly sip your dry martini. The olive speared stirrer gives you entertainment as you pretend to listen to your coworkers speak among another. Your true entertainment lands on the male standing across the busy room with his blonde hair teased and tucked behind a jeweled ear – showing off the dark undercut that hides beneath. The color is toned and perfectly compliments his gorgeous skin shade; you’ve always had thoughts of asking him who his hairdresser is.

He wears all black. A silk button up with sleeves rolled up his forearms and tucked in at the waist, secured with a belt with a gold chape. Drawings of black ink tattooed into his skin peek out on his right forearm — you have never once seen them all in their full beauty or how deliciously far up they roam on his body. But you would give a thousand hours, maybe more, of your precious time to find out.

He’s your supervisor, Jeon Jungkook. At the ripe age of 30, he is the youngest chief technical officer known to the area. His father, the CEO of the company is to thank for his current status. But from all you know of Jungkook, he’s a perfectionist at heart. If he couldn’t handle the stresses of a CTO, he probably wouldn’t be placed in such a position.

You have no complaints on the matter. Month in and month out, you’re greeted with his presence. And boy, do you have a massive crush on this stallion of a male. The funny thing is, you don’t need to admit such admiration out in the open. Jungkook surely knows simply by the way you interact with him. With hopeless eyes and kind gestures of doing nearly everything he asks of you, he has you eating right out of the palms of his hands without even trying.

Jungkook entertains it – your crush. With subtle glints of flirtations and constantly blessing you with his attendance in your office. You would even dare to say he enjoys a good venting session. You’ve become something like an open ear for him, someone he can just speak with during work.

It’s only stayed within work too – the contact. Not once have you and Jungkook interacted outside these building walls. Neither one of you attempted to do so. And perhaps that’s best.

Because as the crowded office continues to fill with 200 of HTU Tech employees, you realize how large the world is. How many obstacles and potential roadblocks there can be if you even attempted to speak to Jungkook outside of a work occasion. The safety of finding out more of him would only be the times in your office while you diligently type away at your computer and hack and create codings.

Your martini disappears over the course of time as you continue to glance over at Jungkook who casually sips from his whiskey glass. It’s filled with scotch and an orange slice – called a Rusty Nail. You reckon he’s been tipping those back for hours now. All the while the party continues to exist and expand, stretching into the colder hours of the night.

Jungkook catches your eyes a few times. It always sends heat to your body and your heart begins racing. You want to blame the alcohol or the infuriating holiday lights gleaming down brightly, but you know the truth.

Even when you are never given a real sign of Jungkook’s interest in you, nothing concrete, you still hope there can be something. You cling onto the idea of him maybe one day slipping like when one steps on black ice. Hidden and deadly. Where your feet take out from under you and you land straight on your ass. That’s what you secretly crave and pray for.

A waiter comes over with a tray and another dry martini for you and you happily grab at the thin glass stem, bringing the liquid to your lips as you touch the rim. You’re not drinking your sorrows away, you’re just trying to enjoy the rest of the party before you depart back to your lonely apartment.

“And you still choose not to dance,” one of your closer coworkers, Jessi, comments. Her lips are pursed in displeasure.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” you reply with a shrug.

The subtle heat burning down your throat from the alcohol is preferred in comparison to the pain your heels would endure if you danced the night away. Who wants their feet to be achy?

Jessi places a hand on your shoulder to give you an encouraging nudge, “I’m sure you’re lying.”

“It will be a secret you’ll never find out,” you stubbornly sit firm. You give her a brief warning look through the corner of your eyes, hoping she understands to not press you on the matter. “Besides, I’ll be heading out soon anyways. I’m getting uncomfortable being here longer than I need to be.”

A scoff resounds next to you, Jessi rolling her eyes while she admits defeat. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, leaning back into her chair as her eyes scan the dancefloor. It’s not that she needs you to go out there and enjoy herself, she’s perfectly fine on her own. But seeing her office buddy do nothing after dolling herself up is a bitter disappointment.

“I’m sure you’d catch the eye of you-know-who if you were out there.”

You shove yourself from the table, your chair protests with a skidding sound against the tiled floor below you. Your eyes snap to Jessi as you stand, gathering your minibag under your arm.

“I don’t need to dance to get his attention. I can easily have a conversation with him if I cared to. And I don’t,” you lie.

There’s a chime that rings from your cell phone. As you gather your coat from the back of your seat, you spy the notorious name on the bright screen in the palm of your hand. A small smirk grows on your lips before you chug the rest of your martini, letting the base of the glass on the table with a thud.

“See ya,” Jessi doesn’t spare you another glance. Already moved on to newer interests as her hand slides around the arm of the man sitting next to her. She knows she has lost you for the night, but unbothered by your quick withdrawal.

You gather yourself, walking away from the bulk of the party towards the stairs. With your nose in your phone, you walk your way towards your office one step at a time. Grinning ear to ear at the flutter of texts that gained your desperate attention.

[Superior J]: Where are you heading to?

[You]: Mind your business

[Superior J]: Is that any way to speak to your boss?

[You]: I didn’t realize I was texting the CEO…

[Superior J]: 🙄

[Superior J]: I’m still above you

[Superior J]: The gift exchange hasn’t happened yet

[You]: I know.

[You]: I’m just grabbing my gift from my office and heading out after 👍

Your feet have brought you straight to the frame of your office door, distant from the busy gathering. Quiet. A white board with writing and magnets hang on the outside, notes and random drawings are littered across its expanse. Your freshly manicured fingers press into the keypad that unlocks your door with a special code – 0711 – and with the click of the door closing behind you you step further into your personal office.

Inside, you flick on a small light after you place your belongings on top of your desk. Aimless papers are scattered around, loads of your hard work on full display as you piece everything together like a diagram. The mess only makes sense to you; if any prying eyes dare to decipher what you have riddled all across your entire office, they’d be stuck in here all week.

One of your filing cabinets – the one decorated like a snowman made out of office supplies – holds the gift for your Secret Santa. You placed it here because it was easy to remember.

A bluetooth speaker and small flowering bonsai plant kit. It blossoms a blush toned flower during the spring and even during the fall with proper care. The wireless speaker is just an added bonus to the gift. You tied red and green ribbons around each of them, a bit lazy on your end but still maintained your festive requirements. You’re positive that your office-buddy, Namjoon — the one in the HR department, would enjoy these given his love for soft instrumental music and plant-life.

Two taps hit the other side of your office door. From the blurred glass you can see the silhouette of a person who shifts on their heels. You step up to the door, swinging it open to reveal a tall and handsome Jungkook, standing there with two empty glasses secured between his fingers and a highly expensive bottle of red wine in the other. He holds them up with a toothy grin on his face. Jungkook’s jaw slackens as he slowly eyes you up and down, running his tongue along his pearly whites. Your heart skips a beat when his gaze jumps to lock eyes with yours. You can clearly see the powerful, hungered vigor brewing in those deep brown irises that glint with mischief. One single eyebrow raise and you already lose any leverage you thought you could have on him.

There is a weakness you have towards a man who looks fine in a dress shirt and pants. Even more of a weakness with someone who has styled locks, a sharp jawline, determined nature, and an alternative edge to their appearance.

Almost like a bad boy who dresses up far too nicely. Where blacks, grays, and the occasional tans are his color pallet. Form fitting to his toned body which you can only guess he must have based on how the clothes fit on him.

You sigh in defeat, opening up a way for Jungkook to waltz right past you and into your office as if he owns the place. He settles the bottle and glasses on an open space on your desk, already twisting the top off and pouring the sinful liquid equally between the two full-bodied wine glasses. The bottle reads 1990 Chateau Petrus; the name alone sends a chill down the base of your spine.

“Not too much,” you refer to the glass half full. Your office door closes behind you as you walk towards the desk. “I’ve had plenty enough to drink tonight.”

Jungkook lifts your glass toward you, his ring clad fingers draw your sight instantly. “It’s expensive, I requested this one personally when we hired the open bar,” he announces. “You’ll enjoy it.”

You give him a sly look as you narrow your eyes at him, holding up the glass to your nose to inhale a quick whiff. To label the smell – it smells expressive and sophisticated, like a ripe fruit mixed with vanilla aromas.

Almost like how you can describe the man who is standing in front of you.

He grins to himself as he waits to clink his glass with yours, a nonverbal cheer between the two of you – but for what? You don’t know. The dark red wine tastes extremely silky and mixed with a superb flavor concentration. Muscular but refined and toned.

Almost just like how you think he must be under those black clothes.

The two of you tilt back a delicious portion of the liquid and each settle with a coquettish moan. An unnecessary sound for both of your ears, but neither one of you protest the act.

“Not bad,” you state as your eyes watch the liquid swirl in your glass.

“Better than those dry martinis you enjoyed yourself with,” Jungkook teases. He decides to sit in your chair as he lounges back to find himself in a comfortable position. His free hand begins to flick through random pieces of paper among your desk while avoiding the coat and purse you have plopped on the surface.

“Probably better than that pathetic excuse of that scotch you favor so much.”

You see how the playful bluntness fuels Jungkook to another level. It stirs something inside him and possibly that is why he confines in you more often than so.

“Want to tell me what these papers are all about?” He points a few packets stapled together. “Important or just brainstorming?”

“Brainstorming is important,” you admit. You snatch a clump of papers up with one hand, placing them to the side in a bin and away from Jungkook’s prying eyes. “You wouldn’t have a chance of understanding this. It’s all disorganized right now. Besides, we’re not working right now. So unless you want to pay me for discussing work-related things, then I suggest you change the topic.”

You watch as Jungkook refuses to look up at you as his eyes remain busy looking at your etchings and symbols written on your desk. His tongue prods the inside of his cheek ever-so-slightly, just enough to know you’re winding him up. The lines in his cheeks stand out when he sucks in. You would be stuck there for ages just staring at how attractive it is until the shine of his earrings catches your attention, glinting in the low lighted room.

“Fair enough,” he speaks. His wine glass is emptied into his mouth before placing it to the side. Finally, he is ready to give you his undivided attention. “Then talk to me about your choice of attire for tonight,” his hand points as he nods at you. “This,” — he smiles with his eyes as they trail you from head to toe — “Has nothing to do with work.”

A crushed burgundy velvet dress stretches around each curve of your body all the way down to your ankles. It’s cut from spaghetti straps, dipping low enough to tease any eye of your upper chest. Personally, you love the feeling of the fabric as you run your hands across it. Not only does it feel great, but it also tames your nerves whenever they act up — coaxing you calm. To match the lovely piece, you paired a black leather jacket with shiny silver buckles. Your heels help you stand taller, strapped around the front of your foot with a classy rounded toe, sparkling with silver.

Of course this is not your typical work clothes; it is a holiday party after all. And you surely are not the only one who is ‘dressed up’ for the occasion. Even Jungkook wears a franicer brand of clothes. He’s just not entertaining the spirit with reds or greens.

Typically in a work environment, everything — and you do mean everything — is strictly business. There’s no foolish nonsense or slacking off in this office. When your superior, Jungkook, wants something he expects to receive it in a timely manner. Sure he plays around with the ideas of certain phrases or words that will leave a lingering thought in your head. Teasing you with lighthearted flirtation; that’s just how Jungkook communicates.

But the way he looks at you right now, as if you are a meal he wants to devour, ignites something deep inside of you, causing a wave of arousal to flood your senses. It’s nearly haunting with his hooded eyes hiding the lust that pools in them. It’s a different look than you’re used to and it’s turning you on, making your insides turn and do flips with excitement.

“It’s a holiday party,” you remind him of the obvious. Heat sparks inside your body, “It’s a perfect excuse to dress up. Do you like it?”

Jungkook contemplates his response with pursed lips. He gives you a questionable look, one that looks like he’ll ask you “are you serious?”

“Of course.” His words come out clean and smooth. There is no hesitation with the truth dripping from his lips. He announces his likeness with confidence as his eyes remain glued to you. “It’s different from what I normally see you in, even the make-up,” he states the obvious, “Maybe we should change the dress code.”

You laugh with a scoff, shaking your head as you favor another sip of your wine. “I don’t think most of the staff can handle dressing up to this extent every day for work.”

Jungkook leans forward in the chair to rest his elbows on his knees. He engages his direction at you, tilting his head to the left as bleached strands of hair carelessly fall flat against his face. You can tell he’s ran his hands through his golden mane at least a hundred times tonight with the lack of styled gel or hairspray — making his usual upkept style look disarrayed and messy. It’s so inviting to you, creating images in your head as if you were the one to run your fingers through it and fist it. Under the low light of your office you also still notice his black roots that protrude so dominantly from the blonde. It’s like a bright, beautiful sunshine trying to hide the darkness and failing to do so.

“I was talking about now,” he admits with a quick wiggle to his eyebrows.

You don’t take the hint at first. Thinking immediately how this can just be another trick up his sleeve to get you flustered. How your soft pining for months on end has only ever been a fun game for Jungkook and teasing and toying with you; you assume this is just another occasion.

So it’s no surprise to him when you still yourself in place, freezing under the pressure of a possible ‘what if' solution. The glass tightens in your hold as your mind washes over with endless thoughts of Jungook’s suggestive approach.

“Excuse me?” The words come out panicked, you don’t mean for it to.

Jungkook gives you that cheeky smile — the one that you know he’s satisfied with a good joke or when he first tastes a well made grilled pork belly (you can thank all the group office lunches for knowing this one). He stands suddenly, angling his body enough to lean his lower half against the edge of your desk. His movement makes you take a quick step back, but as you see him comfortably making himself a spot you ease up on the tension building inside of you.

He opens up his palm toward you and offers his hand to take. A clear cut sign that he’s requesting you. He moves his fingers in a come-hither motion, beckoning you to step in front of him.

“I’m saying you look absolutely stunning tonight, Y/n, and I want to see what you’re hiding underneath all that.”

The pounding of your heart only gets louder as it practically bursts out of your chest. You pray that Jungkook doesn’t hear it beating so rapidly. There’s a delay with your step, but you slowly reach out with your free hand nonetheless.

Jungkook pulls you in softly when his fingers hook around your palm, enclosing your hand with his. You slot perfectly right between his legs that act as a shield, caging you inside a smaller area and closing the space between the two of you. The warmth of his thick thighs barely touch either side of you, it sets a blaze within your body.

Tentatively, Jungkook caresses your wrist, guiding his hand up the underside of your arm to your elbow and soon to your waist. His fingers fiddle with the velvety smooth material of your dress, sketching small circles into the crushed pattern.

Heat takes over your body, you can feel it like flames are engulfing you. You’re far beyond a melting point. You’re being burned by the impressions his body is leaving on you, branding the memory and physical feeling to your skin. The ghost of Jungkook’s touch will now and forever come to your wake, reminding you how dangerously deadly he truly is to your well being.

“Don’t be shy,” he whispers as he politely takes the wine glass from your hold and places it aside.

Jungkook licks his lips when the palm of his hand wraps around the small of your back. He nudges you even closer, making your thighs squeeze between his. You’re face to face with Jungkook as your hands begin to clam up and pussy begins to drip onto your panties. You can feel your nerves messing with your body, shaking your hands when you gently slide them to his upper chest, feeling the way his pectorals flex under the first contact. Even through a silk material, you can tell he’s fully defined — ripped and plump. The tips of his nipples stand out as they harden because of you, roaming your digits across his full chest.

Oh, you’re such a whore for a good rack on a man. Even more of a whore for him with his strong shoulders that sit relaxed with muscle, high and mighty, stretching the black material painfully tight around them. The most sinful of whores when those are paired with long lengthy legs that are defined by the Gods themselves, in which your supervisor just so happens to have.

Jeon Jungkook is completely unfair to you. He quite literally hits all the check marks of what you find attractive in a man. And here he is, reeling you in like a fish caught on a line of his rod.

Speaking of that… You swallow thickly as you fight to look past his handsome chiseled features and toward his pelvis. Seeing how his dress pants bunch up from the angle of his legs but also from a hardening cock that is in the beginnings of straining against the material. That’s when you release a deep exhale of realization. Where you know this isn’t some game and what Jungkook is doing to you is because he is affected by you too.

“J-Jungkook?” you question with shock. The anxiety of fever courses through your body like race cars speeding on their track, running laps around in circles. You’re quite ready to burst like how a balloon does when too much air fills it up.

“Shh,” he attempts to hush you. He keeps his voice calm and low, maintaining confidence. His head leans towards you, slotting it dangerously close to the nook of your neck. Jungkook catches a whiff of your perfume as his nose runs up your skin. “I want to give you this if you let me.”

You shiver with a light moan escaping your throat. The contact alone makes your nipples rise and legs squeeze together. Your fists tighten on his shirt, accidentally pulling out the top button in the jist of the action.

“Give me what?” You dare ask.

Jungkook’s mouth hovers over your neck. Hot, heated breath fanning out. Your nails threaten to scratch over the fabric, talons coming to grip onto reality. He smiles with a hum, his eyes shutting as he nuzzles his face. His lips press into your pulsepoint, peppering small kisses up and down. You barely can feel the light sensation of the tip of his tongue leaving a line of saliva on your skin.

“My dick,” he states. “We don’t have too much time. They’re beginning to give out gifts downstairs.”

You gasp when Jungkook’s teeth scrap over you, pulling at the taut skin of your neck. He grins to himself when he hears your reaction and feels when you wiggle in his grasp. You can go weak at the knees in an instant from his touch, his heedy flattery. The one thing he doesn’t read from your body language or voice is any form of protest. And he takes it as a green light, to continue his pursuit to you.

“We shouldn’t,” you gulp. “What if someone is looking for us?”

“Nobody will be looking for you” – he kisses your jawline – “Because I’m your Secret Santa and I’ve already found you.”

You feel his fingers grip your jaw as Jungkook leans back just enough to stare up at you through lust filled eyes. He wears a lopsided grin. His beautiful brown eyes are trained on your lipstick covered lips and he can’t help but wonder how they look over his cock. With your sharp tongue and blunt responses he fully believes you can do wonders with this beautiful mouth of yours.

“Fuck,” you curse with an angered whine. You’re completely lost when you gaze over his features. Admiring the few and far speckled moles and freckles that decorate his caramel skin. “You’re infuriating, do you know that?” Your inflamed anger – anguish – takes over. The rage within you is not true fury. It’s the annoyance of how easily you become such a little vexed slut for him. Aggravated because you simply cannot say no to this man. “You’re so annoying!”

“You like me,” he teases. He raises his eyebrows to taunt you as well. “I could ask you to jump and you’ll say “How high?”.”

“You’re right,” you declare. To give him the satisfaction of being right. Your hands run up to hook around his sturdy neck, feeling the buzzed undercut on the tips of your fingers. “And you love it,” you throw shade back to him. Giving him a taste of his own medicine.

“I loved it the moment I realized how easy it is for me to get under your skin. Having such an obedient body underneath my guidance. Listening intentionally to each of my words.”

You know he’s referencing work, but he purposely uses certain phrases and sayings to draw your imagination to another realm. A different, dirtier, dimension.

Jungkook runs his hands along the sides of your body, crunching up pieces of your dress with his fists. He pulls you flatter against him, closing any proximity between the two of you, and finally you feel it. A hardened cock right against your front, caged inside the barricades of his pants. He holds you there, waiting for your move.

And you give in so easily. Pulling his face towards you as you lock your lips onto his, nearly smashing into another from all the months of pining and longing for his touch. You taste him the second he sneaks his tongue out, licking at the seam of your lips and prodding inside of your mouth. His hand reaches around to cup an asscheek, squeezing the bulk of it tightly.

You run your fingers up the base of his scalp, grooming his precious locks and messing them up further. Jungkook continues to push you onto him as you’re happily willing to lean your entire body. Pressing yourself further into the clutches of your supervisor.

“I want to suck you off,” you mumble against his lips. You hear the rattling of his belt buckle loosening up along his waist – Jungkook clearly would like that very much. “Right now!”

It’s all in a haste with the time constraints going against the two of you, so you waste no seconds in between. Dropping quickly to your knees as you assist Jungkook with releasing his cock from the obstacle of his zipper.

As it finally reveals, you don’t spare a moment to appreciate for all it’s worth. The length, the girth, the beautiful round of his mushroom cockhead – not even the beautiful protruding veins from the underside of his shaft.

None of that matters right now. You gobble down a mouthful before he’s able to shove the material of his pants down his thighs. Lips latching around the circumference of his cock as you stick your tongue out while sliding down further. You lather him up with your spit, making the glide of your mouth smoother as you coat him. He tastes a little salty, probably from a long day's use, but you like it. It’s almost hinted with a powdery musk that reminds you of sandalwood and rose petals – or maybe that’s just the alcohol confusing you. Whichever it may be, you fully devour the length of Jungkook with eagerness. Sliding his whole extent inside of your mouth and down your throat.

It reaches past the opening of your throat, stretching it wide to accommodate as much as possible. Your nose presses right into the trimmed pubes on his pelvis as you settle there to acknowledge and value the sweet, sweet soft whines escaping from Jungkook. His hand, running hot from how heated he’s become, places itself on the back of your head. Guiding you up and down on his shaft.

You’re slobbering all over him, using your fingers to pull his briefs and the elastic of his pants further down to not dirty them with your saliva.

Jungkook quickly becomes a mess of light tenor whines. It fuels your ambitions toward him, knowing you’re causing such an approving feeling of pleasure for him. He sounds amazing, even tastes amazing as you flatten out your tongue and lick right up his shaft.

But suddenly you rip away from his cock, pulsating with how close and desperate his orgasm is. He leans there, jaw-slackened and in a trance of betrayal from having pleasure ripped right out from under him and a fading climax.

Turning around, you tease the idea of your body as you raise your dress slowly. You look over your shoulder as you wiggle your hips, with the full intent to provoke Jungkook, to make him snap out of his daze. You use the high slit in your dress to reveal more of your upper thigh, showing Jungkook how easy of an access he can have. All he needs to do is come and get it.

Jungkook’s hands shoot out to grab at your elbows, pulling you back against him. Ass flat against the seat of his lap, molding you against him. You arch your back just enough to make your ass stick out more prominently, nudging right onto his slickened cock.

“Lift,” he pushes the material of your dress up. His hands roam greedily across your front, one dipping between the junction of your thighs to feel the sheer thong you wear and the other groping one of your boobs. Jungkook can feel how wet you are for him, using his rough fingertips to run along the slit of your folds, pressing the material of your panties into you. “You’re so dirty. So wet. I can’t wait to fuck you onto my dick.”

“C-Condom?,” you choke out a moan. He pinches at your nipple as his skillful fingers pull your panties aside and dips two of them into your leaking cunt. Jungkook’s face presses into your shoulder as he breathes out heavily, trying to draw your last breath out of you to make you breathless. “Jungkook! Condom!”

“I have one just for you,” he says with gruff. He plunges two fingers inside of your entrance, curling them sinfully once he hits the second knuckle. A sigh emits from his mouth, “Right in my wallet. Downstairs in my jacket.” He grasps your tit greedily, making it near to painful as he vigorously finger-fucks you. “Whoops,” he laughs sarcastically. Jungkook spreads his fingers in a scissoring motion, rotating them to spread your walls open. A sobbing moan leaves your throat as your legs begin to shake.

You clench around his fingers and dirty words – how carelessly he just so happened to forget a condom. But his mouth is not making love to the shoulder of your skin as the strap of your dress falls down your shoulder, his fingers spellbind you and coax your mind into thinking that being irresponsible is better tasting than sugar.

“You’re kidding me,” you laugh. You’re slickening up his fingers with your arousal, making it easier for him to shove another one in. You spread open your legs wider, letting your head fall back onto his shoulder.

“Will you let me fuck you like this?” He whispers against your shoulder. Lips tormenting you as he sucks against a piece of flesh. “Raw?”

His bewitching capability with his hands along makes you fall harder for the idea. It twists the thoughts into your mind and floods your senses with only wanting one thing – which is pleasure.

“Or,” he huffs, “Shall I finger you until you’re right on the brink of cumming into my hand. Then tear away that chance just how you did me? I can draw it out for hours, making your body ache with tense muscles and a teased pussy. Would you like that?”

“We’re in a time crunch,” you remind him. “There’s no hours here to have.”

“Then decide fast,” he bites. His fingers dive deeper into your pussy, producing an obscenely loud squelching noise.

Your mouth goes dry with how you desperately breathe. You need him. You want him.

“Fuck it. Make it fast,” you surrender.

Jungkook traps your body immediately under him, swapping your bodies and twisting you around to press you against the desk. He feels heavy and blazing warm, tension rising as his own desperation comes pouring out of him.

His hand collects the train of your dress and lifts it high above your ass as his hand presses you down against the top of all your scattered papers and coat. Jungkook grips his large hand around the naked base of his cock, tugging at it and squeezing every time it throbs in his hold. His fingers that were once inside your cunt now spreads your arousal over his cock, brushing the engorged head of his dick between your lubricous lips. The sensation itself is maddening enough to have you pushing your hips eagerly back to feel him. Wanting him to spear right into your walls.

“I knew you’d say yes,” he practically growls with a carnal rumble inside his chest. He places a hand on your hip; you can feel his nail digging deeply into your dress and surely will cause crescent indents on your skin.

“I said make it – Oh!”

You bite back your curses when Jungkook’s hips stutter forward on your impatient request, his length and girth starts entering you at a quick pace. Your lungs hurt from the excessive gasp you intake as shaky whimpers tumble from your lips. His enlarged dick, fully aroused and stiff, finally gets to explore the slipper velvet interior of your hot core.

Jungkook could care less with a slow adjustment for you, especially how you declared the needed pace of events. He refuses to go anything but fast, sinking himself to the hilt as you grit your teeth in an attempt to make it easier to endure.

“Shit,” you both simultaneously speak into the air.

Inch by tasty inch, he fills you to the brim with his cock. Pushing snug against your cervix and balls resting against your pussy lips. Jungkook drags his cock partly back out of your sobbing hole, a fresh coat of your glistening arousal casts a beautiful clear sheen on his raging erection. The sight makes him salivate, a mouth-watering and utmost beautiful scene he has ever seen. Just when you think you can breathe a breath of comfort, he sheaths himself back inside of you with a sigh of pure relief.

You crane your neck to look back at him, seeking the sight of Jungkook’s concentrating face and biting harshly down on his bottom lip. With a hand still tight on your hip, the other rests on your shoulder – using it to slink you back onto his pelvis as he runs full-blown assault on your cunt. Fucking into you hard, having your legs bang into the desk as you drool over your papers. His relentless thrusts hardly let up. His eyes glance over to yours briefly, seeing how they plead with a need.

He complies to you, knowing exactly how you want his lips on yours. Jungkook leans down, rolling his hips into you at a constant pace but pulls you up just a bit with his hand around your neck. Your body melts into his touch soon enough as his soft lips mold into yours, tense muscles relaxing as he calms you down with a languid kiss.

“I’m s-so close,” you whisper into his moistened lips. Soft whines already start to slip from your tongue. His pace quickens, knowing he, too, is also close to his release. “Jungkook,” you warn as your eyes shut with impending bliss.

Jungkook’s breath comes out quiet yet rugged. His rough hips continue to snap against your ass and increasingly becomes harder upon receiving your words. All those thoughts of seeing you wiggling underneath his body, all the times he’s pondered how your body feels against his fuels his imagination up until this point.

“Where do you want it?” He questions as his pelvis pounds into you.

You, on the last shred of your own sanity, dangle on a thin string. Your eyes shut tight, gleeful tears break the edges of your eyes and leak down your make-up. Your arousal builds with every heavy drag of his length against your insides. What stirs you the most crazy is hearing, and basking in full on glory, of the beautiful vocalization of Jungkook’s increasing pleasure. The sweet sounds of his lupine moans and guttural grunts as he loses himself inside you. It sounds like a sinful song and causes that tightening coil of tension in the pit of your stomach to snap open at any given moment.

Jungkook’s hold on your neck tightens as harsh trusts slam into you, each releasing an angry huff from his nose. He presses you into your desk, shifting the piece of furniture slightly with his strength. Your pussy flutters around his cock, arousal dripping down your inner thighs as you do nothing but wriggle under him.

“I d-don’t care,” you moan. You’re diving nose first into an ocean of pure bliss as your climax hits you so hard that your vision blurs. A loud sob falls from your lips and babbling curses soon follow. “Holy shit!”

“Look at you go,” Jungkook praises you proudly, kissing your cheek to your neck. “I’m going to bury myself in you,” he states. Smiling against your skin, “I hope you’re ready.”

And surely you are. Even though your pussy is spent from his onslaught, you continue to back yourself into him until he is ready to slip into madness. Make his entire body shudder before he vehemently plows his cock into you at least a dozen more times in sporadic, faltering thrusts. Jungkook’s eyes screw shut, hands gripping on either side of your hips and squeezing your flesh helplessly. Your walls continue to clench with excitement around his bulky shaft, making it his tipping point. Where he falls into himself and unloads everything inside of you as he holds you impaled on his pulsating cock. Spurting an abundant amount of his hot cum into every nook and cranny of your silky core, making sure not a single spot is left unpainted. His orgasm lasts for several moments as he stills, a strains growl resounding from his chest and a melodic whine slipping out of his pink lips. Drops of his sticky off-white fluid starts to trickle down your folds from bursting out the seams.

The two of you stay in that position for minutes until you’re drawn back to reality. Heavenly relief washes over the both of you as sensations that run through your body relax. You begin taking in your surroundings for the first time since you have both lost any notion of space and time, forgetting you’re in the middle of your closed off office, at work, where a holiday party continues to roar down the stairs. Your desk has shifted a good foot from its original resting place, papers have fallen or crumpled from your fist, and a mess has been made of your pussy.

Jungkook pants behind you, forehead resting on your back as he catches his breath, sweat dripping off the side of his face.

“Y/n,” he rasps, trying to recollect himself. “Are you good?”

You nod, a soft smile curling your lips. You wait for him to lean up and pull out until you stand up straight. Your hands feel around your hair, making sure everything is still in place. You pull up the straps of your dress and situate the body and skirt. Lastly, you cup your sex with your hand as you search for a solution of the mixture of both of your cum’s falling so freely from you. The nearest bathroom is down the hall, you can make it as long as there is nobody else around.

“I’m great.”

“Good,” he hums.

Jungkook tucks himself away and fixes his shirt and pants. In the low lighting you spy a small red scratch along his chest before he buttons it back up, knowing very well you have caused that mark on him.

He stands there as he watches you contemplate what you want to say. To break the silence, he clears his throat to gain your attention.

“So, I think I need to let you know something.”

Oh god, you think. What on earth does he have to say? What don’t you know? Potential bad possibilities immediately run through your mind as you glance at him, gripping your coat and purse quickly from the desk.

Does he have a partner? Is there something going on in the office? Will he ask you to not speak of this – not like you would risk that anyways. Will he say he realized he fucked up? Messing around with your own worker is frowned upon, office romances are not allowed. What does he have to say?

As you stand there waiting for him to speak, like a knife held above your heart, you expect to endure any pain coming your way. Mentally preparing to brush it off, forget about it and move on.

“I’m…” he begins. Jungkook takes a step closer, “I’m not really your Secret Santa. I just used that as an excuse to get you to stay a little longer before you left for the holiday.”

“Oh?” You blink. Your eyes scatter around your office as if you’re searching for an answer. Why lie about it. “Ok, so then who is?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugs. “I don’t really care either. But I'm sure whoever has gifts for us, they’ll be waiting for us downstairs.” His hand comes to grab yours, playing loosely with your fingers when he gets a hold of them. “I just wanted to give you a personal gift. I’m assuming you like it.”

You hold your coat tighter towards your body, “I do. And don’t worry, I won’t tell a soul.”

“I wasn’t worried,” he smirks. His other hand comes up to place his fingers under your chin, “You got a bit of drool…”

You narrow your eyes at him, but allow him to touch you. The trickling wetness from between your legs reminds you that you need to clean up and fast. So you take it as a cue to break contact with your boss, but you make sure to throw him a little remark back.

“And you have a bit of lipstick on your face,” you smile with fulfillment. “Might need to wash that off before heading downstairs.”

The two of you stand there smirking. Your deadly game of flirtations have stepped deeper into a new territory. Where the sex card now has come into play. How everything that may linger between the two of you can in fact become dangerous if you keep entertaining new domains. But neither one of you want to resist that temptation. This is exciting and new.

Before you can gather up Namjoon’s gift, Jungkook pulls you in for one last, chast, kiss on the lips. A parting goodbye for now. But a promising note for you to remember for the next time.

A reassuring reminder that tells you he is ready to play this game with you.

#office santa #bangtansorciere #armysource #networkbangtan #jungkook fanfic #jungkook smut #jeon jungkook fic #kth1 #jeon jungkook smut #bts smut #christmas!au #btsdreamcourt #thebtswritersclub #happy holidays bts #bts fanfic #oneshot #pwp #christmas jungkook

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cove-simp · 1 year

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Spicy Baxter Headcanons

Y’all knew it was coming lmao

18 + !!! All the stuff mentioned below is when Baxter and player are in Step 3/4

So let me start off by saying two things:

I don’t believe Baxter is super kinky

I don’t think he’s firmly in the dom/top category either

I DO think he is highly experimental tho

I’ll try anything once” kinda guy

And boy has he tried a lot

He is probably more experienced than you (unless you headcanon your MC super freaky lol)

in other words, he has perfected his bedside etiquette

Probably the most open to a threesome

The aftercare?

homie has is down to a T, perfectly tailored to suit your needs after your first time

as part of his own aftercare, he really likes when you sidle up to him, brush his bangs back and kiss him on the forehead

He’s so detail oriented, that after the first few experimental times he knows just how to unravel you

Focuses on your pleasure quite a lot, especially if he is topping

he screams vers/switch to me

(he’s flexible, remember?)

And his flexibility is literal too

while he doesn’t dance professionally anymore as he ages, he definitely keeps up with the stretches to stay limber

which comes especially in handy when you wanna just bend him over

Has definitely tried pole dancing as a form of exercise

isn’t opposed to giving you a demonstration or taking classes with you

Big on communication

before, during and after- he wants to know all about your likes and boundaries beforehand

Vocal as hell during the act

isn’t afraid to moan right in your ear

more praising and flowery language- it’s his default

you can request dirty talk, but he’ll probably draw the line at hard degradation

encourages you to be as vocal as you want too

CALLS YOU DARLING DURING THE DEED

One thing Baxter does enjoy is you calling him “Sir”

works whether you’re submitting to him, or say it playfully while teasing him

Another is Butt stuff

he is canonically an ass man, after all

both on you and him, he’s not picky

(when he’s topping, slip a finger in and watch him explode)

Doggy is one of his favorite positions

it might be yours too, after fucking/ pegging him from the back

Can be pretty teasing, but more likely to overstimulate you than withhold orgasms

Erogenous zones include his neck, ears, and thighs

you thought his reaction was good kissing the mole on his neck? Try kissing the one on the back of his upper thigh (preferably while doing butt stuff)

Hand 👏 holding 👏 during 👏 sex 👏

Some turn-ons include:

you bending over for mundane tasks

he will stare at your ass shamelessly, head tilted and all

smacking his ass

showing some skin

seeing you be hit on

probably the most prone to jealousy tbh- his self esteem is still kinda blah

on the other hand, seeing others lust after you only fuels his ego in a way that makes him wanna worship you to show his appreciation

spending $$$ on you

on a nice dinner, some new lingerie, a spa day, etc

he may not be rich rich anymore, but he still loves to spoil you

when you worship/ praise him

especially if it’s not even in a sexual context

a perilous situation

(think like almost falling off the log together in the woods, not anything actually life threatening)

Speaking of the woods, probably wants to go camping/ hiking in a secluded area, have a picnic and then make love

Call him “lover boy” and watch him melt

#this one is definitely the longest omg #and here i thought i would have the least to say about him #tho it's less wordy than the others if that makes sense...#spicy content #baxter ward #our life baxter #our life baxter ward #Our Life Beginnings & Always #our life #our life headcanons #olba headcanon #baxter ward headcanon #gb patch #gb patch games #baxter ward imagine #our life imagine #our life headcanon #my writing

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year

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Vincent ven Google

dad!Lloyd Hansen x reader

summary: who would have thought that you can see a sunshine during the night

warnings: consuming drugs, weed, alcohol, fluff, slight smut, Lloyd being an asshole

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc.. This is when they both were in Harvard, so way before having LJ

Main Masterlist Daddy Sociopath Masterlist

The music is heard over the whole campus, it would be no surprise if someone will later come to tell them to shut the music off, but no one would give a single fuck about that. There are people drinking and playing beer pong, it’s always entertaining to see the newbie’s trying alcohol for the first time. Others are chilling in the couch, smoking a ton of weed and looking like they just opened their third eye. Then we have the students who are dancing to the music, and we can’t forget the girls who are rubbing their ass against the jocks crotch. Now, there are also the frat guys who are fucking blond cheerleaders who wear tight skirts with no panties and a top that is showing too much cleavage.

Lloyd is one of those frat guys.

He’s currently fucking the new cheerleaders pussy from behind in the upstairs hallway, not caring that someone could catch them.

“Ohhhh, daddy, yes”, the cheerleader moans as Lloyd goes faster

“You like when daddy fucks that tight pussy” he wraps his hand around her throat “you should be grateful that I’m giving you the whole length”.

Lloyd is THE playboy of Harvard, he has a girl for each day of the week and doesn’t hide it. The girls at Harvard know who he is and how he is, which leads to them trying to get his attention. The most successful are the cheerleaders. Who else. Lloyd takes advantage of all of them and no one cares. Normally he makes them suck his dick, for example in the locker room, under the bleachers, even in the back during a lecture. If Lloyd likes the girl in a ‘she’s popular, has nice cherries and a juicy ass’ way, he will give them the D.

“Lloyd”, Denny says, standing on purpose on the stairs, so he doesn’t have to see Lloyds ass, “the boys are going to play beer pong now, so hurry up!”

“Is Suzanne downstairs?” Lloyd slaps the girls ass as she whines because of the missing attention.

Denny sighs “yes”

“I think our newbie here can take a round two, can’t you” a smirk crosses his face as he tightens his grab around her neck “you can join us if you want” Lloyd laughs, knowing exactly that Denny is counting to ten to calm down.

“Just hurry up” he says before walking back downstairs, trying to ignore the sound of their skins slapping together. Denny isn’t really a frat boy, he doesn’t sleep around each day or wants to fuck every girl he sees. That doesn’t mean, though, that he doesn’t use some girls too. He’s not completely like Lloyd.

“Ahhhhhh”, the cheerleader manages to get out as she cums, creaming his dick. She sacks together completely blissed out from the orgasms, Lloyd is not done, though, he continues to fuck her, using her like a rag doll.

He cums with a deep growl, “fuck, that’s a good pussy” he slaps her sensitive pussy, making her let out a painful yelp. Lloyd lets her go, and she sinks to the floor, cum covering her thighs and mascara running down her cheeks. “might want to cover up unless you want everyone to see that baby cunt of yours”

He puts his dick back in his pants before walking over to the hallway mirror to fix some messed up hair strands. It takes him about 5 minutes for about 3 strands and once he is finished he looks down at the panting cheerleader, “you better grab a pregnancy test tomorrow, can’t have you getting fat.”

She looks up at him with a confused expression, “huh?”.

“The last newbie was getting fat, and just so your little dumb brain understands, that means pregnant. So get a fucking test tomorrow, can’t have a burden constantly following me. Stress makes you age faster, did you know that? I can’t walk around looking like a raisin” he gives her one last look before walking downstairs, leaving the trembling girl alone.

The smell of weed immediately hits his nostrils, he doesn’t know who brought the stuff, but he knows it’s the good stuff.

“Look who’s finally here!”, he hears one of his teammates scream, “so, the newbie, huh”, clapping on his shoulder.

Lloyd laughs, “did Denny told you that or were we too loud” he gives Denny who is standing on the other side of the kitchen counter a wink.

“We saw her rubbing her thighs together when she saw you and then you both went missing. Just had to put two and two together”, pulling out a notebook he goes “there is only one thing that matters right now”

Denny gives an evil smile as Lloyd pulls out a Polaroid photo. The picture is showing the new cheerleader, sucking Lloyds dick, perfectly capturing her tear-stained face. “Gentlemen, we found the Harvard slut of the week!”

The guys start cheering at that, laughing as Lloyd puts the picture on a new side, “girl really thought she would be tough enough for the whole packet. Tight pussy and no brain, she won’t survive the year”, he writes all of it down on the side before closing it and giving it to Denny, “she’s still upstairs, could use a bit of help, boys”

“Now that your finished I can have a taste” Danny says walking away “you better be right about this pussy, don’t want another Pacifica around my dick”

Lloyd smirks, grabbing a beer and looking around the room, scowling when he can’t see the other law student “where’s Andrew? Cheating on his girlfriend two with hookup six or girlfriend five?”, drinking the beer “boy is a real player”

“As if you aren’t, man. I think he’s looking for our junior drug lord, Andy wants something stronger”

“HA” Lloyd goes, “something happened to our good boy?” they know that Lloyd doesn’t give a single shit, but he still likes to hear what Andrew is so sad about that he needs something strong from Junior.

“A birdie told me that girlfriend two is pregnant”.

Lloyd faces him, “fuck, bitch really got a bun in the oven” he finishes his before letting out a laugh “Barber will be the first of us to carry baby seats and all of that shit. Let me guess, she’s keeping it”. The reaction the other frat gives him confirms it.

“Whore”

Lloyd and the others frat talk a bit more and look who would be another good fuck for this night. Looking around the room the choices are not bad. We have the cheerleaders who are already looking at them, hoping they will get their attention and their dick. The mean girls who are always in a group and making nasty remarks about everyone who walks by, and on the couch we have the girls who are already so fucking high that they would pass out the second they got a dick in them.

Lloyd looks around the room for another second before deciding to get some fresh air. He pushes through the people, not giving a single shit about anyone. Once he reached the door, he opens it and steps on the porch.

The chilly air greets him, making him shutter for a split second, that’s probably the reason no one’s outside. As much as Lloyd wants to deny it sometimes he loves some alone time where it’s just him and no one else. He’s to lost in his thoughts that he doesn’t notice the person, sitting on the porch some feet away from him.

“You good?” a soft voice asks.

Lloyd almost jumps at the sudden noise, “Jesus fucking crist!” Lloyd says, turning to look at the source of the voice, finding a girl sitting on the floor.

“I think that’s a no” you say, giving him a smile.

He looks at you and takes in your attire. Some flared jeans with what looks like paint on them, a pastel purple shirt, a matching pastel purple cardigan and some Nikes who also seemed to have paint on them. “You know, you are not suppose to talk to stranger, little girl”

You give him another smile, “well we both go to Harvard, so we technically know each other”

“I don’t think that’s how it works. We only know each other if you had some playtime with Lloyd junior and I don’t think that’s the case” Lloyd says, pulling out a joint.

You give him a pout before clearing your throat, “ok, I’m y/n”, not getting any reaction from him as he searches for a lighter. “Here”, you say throwing your lighter at him.

Catching it before it lands in his face, “fuck, watch out. I don’t want to lose a fucking eye”

“I had trouble focusing for a second”

Lloyd looks at you confused, stepping a bit closer he can make out your dilated pupils. That explains why you are smiling at him almost the entire time he’s been talking to you. “You are high as fuck, aren’t you?”

“Jup” you before, giggling.

A smirk forms on his face. He lights up his joint, while still looking at you, “how much did you have?”, he ask, wondering if you are a newbie.

“This is my first”, you say holding up your hand, showing Lloyd the joint.

A laugh escapes his mouth. You are definitely a newbie. “You are this high from just half a joint. You shouldn’t act like a big girl” he mocks you, finding the situation amusing.

Your smile turns into a smirk, “I don’t act, I am one”

Lloyd walks closer to you and crouches beside you, making you feel his breath on your face “let me guess, you are new. I mean you have to be.” he touches your cardigan “you are wearing this thing, meaning that you haven’t been bullied, yet, otherwise you would have thrown it in the trash. Also, I haven’t seen you before and let me tell you, I know who goes to Harvard because I decide who gets bullied or not”, he says the last sentence with a dark tone. “And you don’t seem to have any friend because if you had some you would be with them and not out here alone with this sketchbook or whatever that thing is”, Lloyd says pointing at the one in your lab, giving you a dark smile.

You look at him for a second, biting the inside of your cheek, as your eyes start to water. Lloyd sees that and gets excited for the tears that are about to run down your cheeks. Shocking Lloyd, though, you begin laughing. You laugh so hard that tears come out of your eyes.

“What’s so fucking funny!”, he’s frustrated, that wasn’t his plan.

You wipe your tears and try to calm down, which is hard because the angry face he’s making is hilarious. Calming a bit down, you go, “I’m not new, I’ve been here for about 3 years now”. Lloyd studies your face, not seeing anything that shows that you are lying. “And just so you know” you continue, “I’m outside, alone because I didn’t plan on sharing”

“What, your nasty old joint?” he snarled.

You can’t hide your giggle.

The porch creaks when you move to sit straight, showing the ‘brownies’ on a little plate next to you, “Nope, no nasty old joints”

Lloyd raises his eyebrows, that definitely makes more sense than being that high from one joint, “that are a lot of brownies for one person”

“that is a lot of cologne for one person”

Lloyd lets out a laugh, “that mouth is going to get you in trouble at some point”

“I can take care of myself”, you say with confidence.

You truly seem to always be optimistic about everything.

It’s silent for a minute, no one makes a single sound. The only sound coming from the loud music inside. Lloyd is the first to break the silence.

“Give me a Brownie”, Lloyd sees the teasing grin you give him, knowing that you will say no, but he doesn’t care, he wants one, “now”

You scratch your chin, acting like you need to think about it, “hmm, I don’t know. I mean, I can’t give stranger’s something sweet, that would not look good”

“What if I show you my dick” he gives you a cocky smile. “Show you the big boy and if you’re a good girl you even get to touch it. If you give me the whole plate, I will let you even have some fun with him in-“

“I’m not into shorties”

Lloyd looks at you like you grew another head. Did you really talk bad about Lloyd junior? About his dick?

He growls and grabs your face, turning you towards him, his rich cologne now directly hitting your nostrils. If you weren’t so high, you would’ve been maybe a bit intimidated, but those brownies are fucking magic.

“Don’t say that ever again or I’m goi-“ he gets cut off again when you shove a brownie in his mouth and then hold your hand over his mouth, so he can’t curse you out. He mumbles something under your hand with the brownie still in his mouth. You shush him until he just gives you a defeated growl.

Once you’re sure he swallowed, you pull your hand away, “happy?, you ask, wiping your hand against your pants to get rid of some of Lloyds spit.

He looks at you like if you just told him he’s in timeout. It’s actually really cute.

The face Lloyd gives you is indescribable, it’s something between wanting to slap you or fuck you. But he would never fuck someone like you.

He surprises himself, “thanks”. The last time he said thanks was probably when he was 7 and got forced by his parents to say it when someone gave him a free pair of Christmas socks.

You looked at him, confused as to why you didn’t hear sarcasm or something similar.

“Giv-..Can I have another one..please” Lloyd asks and not demands.

You give him a kind smile, waiting for a second to see if he is planning something before putting the plate in front of Lloyd. “want to share?” you ask

Now it’s Lloyds turn to hesitate to see if you’re planning something. He looks in your eyes before deciding, “fuck it, ok”.

Somehow he feels happy when you give him the biggest smile, like a sudden warmness spreads through his chest. He goes to sit down next to you before quickly standing back up. “I’m not sitting there” and points at the wood.

Confusion crosses your face. “why?”

Have you seen how dirty that shit is?! I rather take the risk of falling down the railing than the risk of getting a splinter into my ass. Oh, and also the fact that my pants are going to be fucking dirty!”

What a baby

“Ok, calm down” you pull off your cardigan and carefully put it next to you, pulling it so Lloyds ass fits on it. “now sit”.

Lloyd looks at you and the cardigan until he finally sits down on it without protesting about how cheap it is if you can put it on the dirty ass wood. He thinks about thanking you, but decides against it and instead grabs a brownie.

About 30 minutes later and 4 brownies less on the plate, you are both laying on the floor next to each other, not caring about getting the clothes dirty.

“The stars are sooooo bright, I think I will go blind” Lloyd says as he continues to look up, completely in trance.

“There is a roof above us” you say laughing,

Lloyd just turns to you with a shocked expression, “since when?” he says in a confused whisper.

You stare at him, “I don’t know, it was just there”

“Probably magic”

Lloyd definitely didn’t expect to spend the night with someone who had apparently been unnoticed by him for three years and who is completely high. The more he thinks, the more scared he gets because he doesn’t understand how and why he is spending time with you and not with some hot bitch in some random guys bedroom.

“So” Lloyd begins, trying to act not high “what are you here for” cringing at how dumb that sounds.

“I want to have a major in art history, well, I will have a major in Art history” you say, with such confidence like you know you will leave Harvard with one.

“What about you?” you say, looking back up to the roof.

“Criminal justice, I’m going to be a lawyer after Harvard”

Silence

“Bitch, what the fuck”, you say, turning your head to him, “You, a lawyer?”

Lloyd begins to laugh like a maniac. He throws his head hard against the floor, “I will be one when I grow up”. It’s hilarious if he thinks about it actually, him a lawyer. Maybe he’s going to change his thoughts about what he’s going to be eventually. Something around sport perhaps or just being able to hit something. He plays football after all and he definitely doesn’t hold back on the field.

Now it’s your turn to start laughing like crazy, just the thought of Lloyd in a suit and a briefcase in hand. God, he would also have to get rid of his asshole expression. This guy looks like he would bully you for being his client. Though, maybe he would be a good one, he already is more likable than 30 minutes ago.

You stop laughing when you feel him getting on top of you, caging you in and looking deep into your eyes. Your noses are almost touching, his breath hitting your lips and you feel yourself getting lost in his piercing sapphire eyes, but before you can say anything, he reaches for your sketchbook on the opposite side.

He quickly gets off of you once he has it and puts on his asshole expression again.

“What are you doing?” you ask as he opens the book.

“What does it fucking look like? I want to look at the pictures”

“You mean sketch-“

“That’s what I said!” Lloyd stops when he takes a look at them. They are beautiful. Even though he can’t focus 100% it still looks so detailed, each pencil stroke precisely. The book is filled with sketches of landscapes, building and people. He stops when he comes across a sketch of someone.

“Is that Carmichael?”, Lloyd asks. Do you know him? Are you two friends? Why did you draw him? Lloyd suddenly feels jealous and angry, but why?

You look at the page, “yes, I saw him in the library”

“And you just drew him?”, normally Lloyd would’ve made a comment about how he can’t believe that Denny would actually be in a library, but right now he only cares about why he’s in this book. The way you must have concentrated while drawing him and how you examined every detail of his face before putting it on paper.

“Yes”, you say, reaching for another Brownie, “I really wanted to sketch him when I saw him”

Lloyds jaw begins to clench“Why?”

You get a bit closer to him, so that your arms are touching and then whispers“I thought he looked pretty, but don’t tell him that”

That’s it

“I’m pretty too!” he barks, not believing how you could find Denny attractive.

“Stop that, I’ve never seen you before back then”

“That is no excuse for not sketching this masterpiece”, Lloyd replies, and points at himself.

You put the half eaten brownie back on the plate and snatch your sketchbook from him. “ok”, holding the book above your face, you grab the attached pencil and start drawing thin lines.

“What are you doing?”Lloyd sits up, but immediately gets pulled down again by your hand grabbing the collar of his cream-colored sweatshirt.

“Don’t move, please”

Lloyd listens and lays back. He watches you concentrating on the sketch, and how you frown when you get to the details. He for the first time really looks at you too, from your beautiful lashes, the tiny beauty marks, your soft skin to your plump lips, especially your lips. “You better not ruin my face”, he says.

Quickly looking at him before turning back to your sketch, “I’ll promise I get your good side”, giving him a small smile.

He scoffs, “pff, I don’t have a bad one, this man next to you is pure art”, raising an eyebrow at you when you turn to look “I’m a masterpiece”

You throw your head back and a laugh escapes you. How can this boy be so ‘cute’ and arrogant at the same time? “well definitely not a Van Gogh, though”

“Ven gOogle?” Lloyd questions the consuming of the brownies showing.

“Noooo”, you answer, “Van Gogh, Vincent van Gogh was a famous painter. He was a Dutch painter who used art to escape the reality. He painted the world how no one has ever done before. Van Gogh used the pain of his life to create magnificent art, though no one else liked it. People weren’t a fan of it, but that didn’t stop him from continuing” even, though, your high you can still talk about art as if you’re wide awake, and because you’re talking, you don’t realize how Lloyd actually listens to what you are saying. He’s actually listening and not just there, thinking that he rather wants to drink, fuck or just roll his eyes.

“Done”, you sit up and show him the sketch.

Lloyd has seen a lot of things in his life that made his ego boost, starting from the acceptance to Harvard, winning against Yale for the first time, getting a blowjob during class, making a girl pass out from just fingering her. This is different, though, very different, but he doesn’t know why. Maybe because someone admired his face that long or that his beauty is now on paper, or that his drawing is better than the one from Carmichael. Definitely not because you drew him though.

No.

Not because of that.

It doesn’t matter that you drew him.

He gets pulled out of his thoughts when you ask, “do you like it”. Oh boy, how much he wants to say yes and tell you that it’s amazing. No one ever did something like that for him as far as he knows, and even if, Lloyd knows that this would be his favorite one. The drawing showing him laying with his head turned to you and a smile on his face, that he didn’t know he had. Lloyd is sure that there’s nothing more beautiful in this world, and he’s not only talking about the drawing.

Lloyd looks at you and thinks about what he’s going to say. Should he be honest and tell you he’s fascinated by it?

“My lips are not that crusty”, he decides against honesty.

“They are”, you say.

“They are not! Why do you think everyone wants to kiss those plump cushions? You can see for yourself if you want”, Lloyd says, looking at your lips now. Quickly moving his gaze when he realizes what he’s doing.

You give him a look, “those dick sucking lips are definitely a bit crusty”

Lloyd is not happy, “I’m not a fucking crop top wearing gay asshole, you-“, once again he gets cut off by your hand over his mouth.

“I’m just kidding”, you say, giggling at his reaction.

He takes your hand away and huffs, “that’s not funny”. He doesn’t like men, he likes girls, pretty girls, hot girls, juicy ass girls, big breast girls, skinny girls, and an artist-NO.

You roll your eyes, men always get so grumpy when someone makes a joke. “You could use some chapsticks, they will definitely make your lips look even more kissable”, you say without thinking it through. More kissable?

You put your sketchbook away, hoping that this might give you a few seconds to calm down. Maybe he didn’t even notice the last part.

He did, and his cocky smirk is back. Not only that, though, also a small blush too, “that’s for girls and not for men”, Lloyd tries to hide the fact that you made him blush.

You lay back, looking at the ceiling, not being brave enough to look at him again, “it’s good for your lips, that doesn’t mean that you have to buy one with color”

“I think about it”, Lloyd smiles, turning to look at the ceiling too, “you are quite nice, you know?”

There is the blush again, “I just want to treat people like how I would want to be treated”

“What if they are mean even though you were nice?”

“That doesn’t matter. I don’t want to treat people in a bad way. They don’t deserve that. It’s not important if they don’t like me”

You feel a hand softly grabbing your chin, pulling your head to the left. Those beautiful sapphire eyes staring directly into yours again.

“You are a true sunshine”, Lloyd hates the thought of anyone being mean to you. Why would someone?

“What?”

Still touching your face he goes, “you are being nice to me even, though, I threatened you and now you are telling me how I could take better care of my lips.”, he cringes when he realizes what cheesy stuff he’s saying, “you better stop being like that, the world is to bad for that and no one gives a shit about a ‘nice’ person, nothing will change. You really think you could change people to be nicer because that’s bullshit”

A sad smile crosses your face, “I think that one can bring out the best of someone. Not ten or twenty, just one. They will have a connection like no other.” the music completely drowned out, it’s only you two in that moment “maybe they will be best friends, family”

“or lovers?”, Lloyd asks.

“Yes, or lovers, soulmates”

“whatever you say”, Lloyd gets closer, moving his hand to touch your cheek and the other on your waist, “sunshine”.

Lloyd doesn’t care that the devil on his shoulder is telling him to get the fuck away from you. He stares at your lips, and slowly leans in-

“OH FUCK”

Lloyd immediately sits up, a flash of panic in his eyes that someone saw what he was about to do. The devil on his shoulder laughing at what Lloyd is thinking.

There laying at the end of the stairs is Andy, completely intoxicated and hurt by missing the stairs. An annoyed growl leaves Lloyd. Andy almost gave him a heart attack.

Lloyd looks at you and your soft expression, he feels anger arise in him. He’s mad that he almost turned soft and made the mistake of kissing you, and not because he didn’t kiss you because of Andy.

Right?

#dad!lloyd hansen #dad!lloyd #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x you #the gray man lloyd #lloyd hansen #daddy sociopath

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